I Am New York

I am New York, waiting for you to be part of my space. From that first time you walked through my streets, you came to me as a burgeoning man with somewhere to be. How much longer do you have to be there? My alley cats long to be pet by you on spring evenings on your way through my fingers into your night, my parks will lay across the earth in wait for a time to fold up around you as you write in their corners, my shores will stretch round and round ’til you give them center as you stroll their breezy coasts, my tall buildings shuttle aimlessly pulsing elevators ’til you beckon them lobbyward to drop you from your day and open you to our night, so rich with the energy of my blood coating the sky and pouring across your skin as you dream awake at your window.

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