The sun lengthens the shadows
The sun has no power here.
The elaborate dance of pedestrians continues;
Spinning, dodging, careening, scarves flying
Step in time to the rhythm of the city.
Shoulders are brushed
Glares are exchanged
A boy bounces his ball to the beat of his neighbor’s drum.
Colliding, gravitating, whipping around;
Lives are breached. Pay attention!
You’re at the mercy of the City.
Spontaneous and energetic
Rush hour is magnetic.
Cars screech incandescent
Breath is held in bursting subways
The hard light gleams on currents of packed bodies
Trampling the cracked cement underfoot.
We move as one pulse.
The city; a warm-blooded organism.
We are its veins; we are its skeleton
We are its passionate exhale and raw grandiosity.
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