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a new york inspired poem

Clang, break, clash!

Twisted street metal 

Collapses against

the yellow awning of

a cheaply designed

lemonade stand, in

the lesser bustles

of brave New York.

An ambulance siren

Howls, and the two

Pert whistles of a

Policewoman signaling

And walking backwards

Can be heard.

A catch of cash in a hat

For a vagrant.

A hiss spits from a 

raccoon scuffling 

Trash nearby.

Two catcalls from the scaffold

Can be heard, one for Carmencita

And one for Ramon.

These are the scenes of a 

City life, of death, of danger,

Of charm, opportunity, and action.

Here lies a city of rights and wrongs,

Hopes and dreams, and

Just as strong as it is weak.

Here lies a city of lights and shine,

Entertainment, and charisma.

So come with me to Studio 3,

And make of this city a fantasy.

Forget your doubts and leave your reasons.

Jump high, jump far:

Make grave decisions.