New York


Walk swiftly in the road,
On the sidewalk that is pink from the sun,
Somewhere in New York.
Watch puddles tremble in the street
As the cars move over them.
You hold your jacket tight around you,
It is soft and warm against your body
And the wind is cold across your cheeks.
Traffic lights glow green and red,
And the street lights are yellow.
And you walk slowly, slowly.
It has stopped raining and your head is bare.
Listen to your footsteps on the wet sidewalk.
Watch the lights go on in buildings.
You tremble
Like puddles on the asphalt street.
You cry
Like the noise of traffic
Muted by the rain.


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