New Cities/New Soviets

March 16, 2003

Sunday

This morning, the living city
basks in the first heat of spring.

A pair of sparrows dart and chirp out their new love,
a lone seagull drifts in the sky-dome, and, for a moment, outshines a passing plane;
a silver trickle of autos head sunward on the Manhattan Bridge, bound for Brooklyn's cool heart.

This morning, New York seems like the site of a small victory,
breathing quietly and deep,
slipping out
over flat rock for a taste of the sun.

A looming crane has taken a day of rest,
can we do anything but rejoice?

Posted by Sam at March 16, 2003 08:15 AM

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