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3AM in NY, still alight, but…
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Capricious Reflections
3 AM New York
outer space peers down
Times Square luminance pulsates
like a never-ending birthday cake vigil
even as tributary streets uptown downtown
celebrate less vibrant moments
power grid’s luminous roots
continue irrigating steel and glass monoliths
trickling its non-peak-hour reserves
offering faithful presence
for any and all
buildings large and small
drink of night’s cool respite
trenchant skyscrapers doze
save insomniacs and stress-aholics
fearful of dawn
even as they suffer the night
architectural birth and rebirth
cater nightmares
restlessness
and yes
the occasional big-pharma deep-sleeper
biding Time persists
for indeed
just as the sun also rises
so too will it set again
bringing tomorrow's darkness
as scheduled
for the lonely
the sleepless
cleaners of offices
doormen pulling swing shifts
cab drivers embracing pot holes to keep awake
night is but a necessity
in order to realize another day
and
on every block
the ubiquitous homeless
wanting awareness
bestowed on their behalf
sit
lay
stand
burying their heads
in whatever at hand
to walk such streets
is to glimpse many windowed rooms of stature
but also of emptiness
life often hidden in the shadows of blank walls
even when adorned of paintings
sketched remembrances
Kodak moments
all the company of hours past
haunt the viewer to consider
and consider again
questions
no amount of dressing can eliminate
walkers of the streets
sway their heads
left to right
like the curious sense-gathering
of elephant captivity
watching the occasional resident
from lightless windows
peer skyward
knowing impending sunrise
might bring fearful reflections back
imagination remains patient
window glass now dark
awaits its chameleon moment
when daylight removes
night’s mirrored streets and avenues
and presents yet another chance
to change the perceptions anticipated
to consider once again
if we do indeed
create our own reality
the next chance is but hours away
choice remaining
ours
ubiquitous lessons
everyone
capricious reflections
existing but
for us
some…
cannot help but
rejoice
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
7/17/2012 |
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The city has its walls from left over bricks built to the street and barricaded entries to keep burglars and trash like homeless people out. But they come. They come for the heat of the underground tunnels of steam to warm the chill, for the water and free fountains and deserted restrooms late at night. After the day workers, thrill seekers and drinking holes have closed and gone. Such is the city you describe. And describe well.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
7/17/2012 |
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| Good capture of night life in the city. |
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| Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley |
7/16/2012 |
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It would drive me bats the city that never sleeps! I think my mind would be in overload - I need the peacefulness of nature. I have lived in big cities and my only thoughts then were to escape to the solitude of nature away from it all.
Like Jerry, the city creates it's own reality... one I don't care for except perhaps one dream of mine. Always wanted to be kissed in Time Square New Years Eve :)
But yes Odin, we do create our own reality... nicely done
Love and Light
Lily |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
7/16/2012 |
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I agree with Jerry about the city but then it has been a couple of decades since i stayed there. well done Odin
Budd |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
7/16/2012 |
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| The city that never sleeps, but is in a state of suspended animation for all of its twenty-four-hours of the day/night. The city creates its own reality and all you can do is nod and go with it. Yes, there are cracks where you might burst through the city's demeanor and claim a piece of Gotham as your own, but come night and the city will reclaim it and never give it back. It's that kind of a place. |
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