Monday, July 21, 2008
NYC 34th Street
People percolate in anonymity
In this cauldron that we call NYC
A sea of humanity undulates in waves
Traversing in and out of brick & mortar caves
5 pm our destination home is clear
Curb hurdling traffic breaking rules with no fear
We ride beside faces of our family unknown
To majestically unlock the door and sit upon a throne
In this cauldron that we call NYC
A sea of humanity undulates in waves
Traversing in and out of brick & mortar caves
5 pm our destination home is clear
Curb hurdling traffic breaking rules with no fear
We ride beside faces of our family unknown
To majestically unlock the door and sit upon a throne
Labels: Poetry Only Poetry
