Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Summer Sonnet 20: Thunder

There was thunder off the shores of New York
Against the setting sun and Brooklyn Bridge.
The countless hands that make this city work
From Manhattan and Queens straight to Bay Ridge.

Nameless faces they are my brothers all
We understand a life that not most do.
Sprawling buildings and residential halls.
The iconic saying that nothing's new.

Our aching feet and challenging commutes
Can make each passing day seem second-rate.
But when darkness falls there is no dispute
A New York City night is worth the wait.

So trade your days for imperial nights
And I'll see you when there is no more light.

- By Donavue 

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