It's amazing how this city augments movement.
A truck rumbles across the BQE & this apartment trembles.
In the subway stations, as a train thunders in, the ground shakes & the air blows like a burst of breath thru a blue trumpet.
At sunset, the glow of Manhattan slides across the clouds, lazily mingling with the last of what the sun has to offer.
3 comments:
guess who's on blogspot now... o man..
o yea... and once again, you write very lovely.
i guess i have one of these too now. i liked your new york thing. quit writing goodly.
Thanks for writing this.
Post a Comment