A city of millions
of lost dreams
and hopes held onto
by the threads of previous generations
People have been showing up to this city
for hundreds of years
with the intent of a new life and love
At its current state of flowing people
on its sidewalks
so breaming
they spill into the traffic of the streets.
This fullness, this ecstatic energy
edging everyone onto their next feverish step in life.
So many storylines intersecting at random.
A shared bench in central park,
the line of a coffee cart.
All their own collective catalog of stories untold in this
giant library city.
Each person a potential chapter of love
in my unfinished book.
with all the bobbing faces
in the sidewalk currents
there is only one I am looking for
it's the only one I know
in this whole city.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
A city of millions
of lost dreams
and hopes held onto
by the threads of previous generations
People have been showing up to this city
for hundreds of years
with the intent of a new life and love
At its current state of flowing people
on its sidewalks
so breaming
they spill into the traffic of the streets.
This fullness, this ecstatic energy
edging everyone onto their next feverish step in life.
So many storylines intersecting at random.
A shared bench in central park,
the line of a coffee cart.
All their own collective catalog of stories untold in this
giant library city.
Each person a potential chapter of love
in my unfinished book.
with all the bobbing faces
in the sidewalk currents
there is only one I am looking for
it's the only one I know
in this whole city.
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