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| Broadway Boogie Woogie by Piet Mondrian, 1943 |
I am sure it must be at least a hundred year-old cliché to write about her... but what would I say to tell New York how much I love her? Something that drums at her rhythm, that emphasized her sensual textures. Some tale about her contrasts. I would start with this.
Urban patchwork
The underground veins of the metropolis
carry
cells of
multiple sides
views and stories
that colonize the beating heart
of Manhattan
A tissue, a fabric.
Curled backs and high heels
sandy skins, dark eyes
blue long hair floating
as the car passes by.
Highspeed
Flashlight
It is a game o' mirrors
glittering
bright,
It reflects
shapes, colors, faces
onto landscapes
of skyscrapers
and crimson brownstones,
this is the place
I now call home.
An anthem to diversity
witness to humanity
this is
the big City.
MSeS
120220
