My head tilts down as people
bump into me. I get into a corner.
Its dark but I get some peace and
quiet. As I look up I see the
sun shining down on the buildings.
I remember the snow globe on the
top of the shelf. I remember the trip
to the green lady. A sign of liberty.
I remember the stories of the crashing
buildings. Mom saying quotes like
"if you're bored you're boring."
I remember the days walking over
the dirty river. I remember the
NEW YORK CITY
Great Poem Danny! you captured NYC beautifully.
ReplyDeleteDanny, I am so, so impressed with your poem. My mom says "if you're bored, you're boring" to me too!!!
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