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The City
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Other Poems A cool breeze,
The gold haze.
A diluted sun,
Shining over the shimmering city.
Cars honking,
Scurrying like mice,
Each and every way.
The roar of the subway below,
Like a lion clawing to be free.
Shimmering lights,
Glitzy hotels,
Beggars at the doors.
The plane flies overhead,
As the play starts in the theater below.
Boats tear through the water,
Their waves crash into the rocky shore.
The sun hits the water,
As it frees itself from the haze.
The blinding light,
The buildings shimmer in the reflection.
Food being cooked,
For the tourists in the restaurants.
The lookout of one empire,
And gaze into another.
Millions of people within the boarders,
A city that never rests.
A relentless attack on your senses.
Overpowering for the first time,
Subtle for the veterans.
Most don't see past the lights.
The buildings,
The architecture.
The detail in stone and marble.
The beauty of the true city.
The real city,
The little things few people notice.
That few care about.
The city is an experience like nothing else.
The capital of the world.
Truly the city that never sleeps,
Simply New York.
