it’s 7:00pm, do you hear where my NY City is?
by @nat-lipstadt
I’ll tell you. You can hear it on the map.
At the window, on the terraces,
clapping, yelling, cheering,
jiggling piggy banks, blowing toy horns,
banging pots and pans, even ringing
some gone-very-far-astray cowbells.
in their cars, honking horns,
at the dinner table, inside,
families with little kids cheering,
while supper super cools, no matter.
It is the moment of our everyday,
when we thank those whose who
risk their lives to save, so we may survive
to live to see our children’s children thrive.
the EMT’s, doctors, nurses, firemen,
the police, even the subway & bus drivers,
who take them to their jobs, and honor with
extra banging and unsilenced tears for
those who have passed in performance,
their unseen courage is marked on our eyes,
their extraordinary service to us is a forever
medaled upon our skin, in our lungs, it is
their air we breathe, freely...
our living keepsake of their duty.
4/14/2020
7:30pm