New York at Nine

I articulate a sense of alienation or dissociation at witnessing the city's independence from me.

 New York at Nine        

 

In my dark hallway 

I gaze at a reddening sun

After a rain and some calm

 

Train tracks recede into a falling sun

Music blares from a laconic speaker to deadened faces next door

 

It follows me past the balcony

To the landing where it rains

 

I wish you were here

Stories into a pink sky

And the tap of tardy rain

 

Much as lights and governed clouds pattern our chaos

Streetlights at dusk shade the world 

Race with the passing train

Sail through the ghosts on my balcony

 

The red light fades behind a rusted water tower

Soon other lights will have a purpose

And they will seem less absurd

 

As night falls 

Apartments unwittingly play tic-tac-toe

A sadness creeps into me

Over this contenting beauty

I can only witness

Author's Note

Criticize sincerely and freely. Thank you for the time you spent to read and think about my work.

Reviews

[Emily B]

It really is quiet, thoughtful work. I don't have a criticism.

[Aiza]

i like this. it's wonderful.

i enjoy reading works that make me think and i really enjoy your use of imagery.
well done =]

i hope to read more from you.
-aiza-