A Rendezvous in New York City
And one night I returned
to the long avenue
lit with nervous stars
and talking cardboards;
I walked down the puddle-less lane
for it was once again, summer
and it hasn’t rained…
yet.
In the square, we were met
by the scintillating stares
of moving statues
and dancing towers.
And I walked like a tourist
to the nearby corner
for a slice of the old pie
sold by the dollar.
In the morning,
they were all gone
save for the splendour
of the shops
and the scent
of overpriced coffee
in the counter.
And on 59th, I saw my friends
on their way to Chelsea.
We caught the blue train
that was late again
and back I went
to the street
numbered 53
to sit and ponder
in my favorite library.
Might this be the dream
I take out
from my sleepy head
into reality?
To meet again my fantasy
of melting with
and among
the colorful people,
their flags, their histories;
in the sweltering,
boiling
fragrant pot
that is the magic
of New York City.
A Rendezvous in New York City
December 16, 2020
