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'From The Streets To The Hudson'
Avenues plugged into the pulse of concrete
where wedge-shaped skyscrapers shoulder the horizon;
I see a parade of tourists, musing upon tower tops
piercing the archings of sky
this is a place where contrasts reflect
off asphalt ribbons, where pigeons
pivot while their wings
shed silver-gray tumult,
where straphangers squeeze into metal cars
at Eighty Sixth and Broadway,
scents of mingled perfume and scorched brake pads
fill the subterranean stretch
here, where millions come as night spills over the Hudson
and the moon rests in roof top gardens
away, from spindrift pavements
this river lies ever at your feet
Avenues plugged into the pulse of concrete
where wedge-shaped skyscrapers shoulder the horizon;
I see a parade of tourists, musing upon tower tops
piercing the archings of sky
this is a place where contrasts reflect
off asphalt ribbons, where pigeons
pivot while their wings
shed silver-gray tumult,
where straphangers squeeze into metal cars
at Eighty Sixth and Broadway,
scents of mingled perfume and scorched brake pads
fill the subterranean stretch
here, where millions come as night spills over the Hudson
and the moon rests in roof top gardens
away, from spindrift pavements
this river lies ever at your feet
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