Giddy shrieks drift through my window
On a musty river of moonlit air
Its damp nostalgia recalling
Capture the Flag at midnight
On the dew-drenched lawn
A charged haze of freedom
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Eighth Avenue at midnight
is a murky sea of smoke and rouge,
on which the battered hulls and tattered sails of the impoverished
struggle to stay afloat,
the jagged rocks below the waves,
more stubborn than steadfast.
A grey cloud tries to rise higher in the mire of fatigue
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the dark, navy Hudson
sparkles beneath a gold and rosy skyline,
the orange sun bouncing off,
a swathe of trees, deep green, separating the two,
and the cloudless sky is so clear, the world is high-definition.
all the haze of summer has been swept away
by this crisp fall breeze fluttering down the train tracks,
from the Verrazano Bridge standing nobly at the mouth of the bay.
you can taste autumn
and it is cool and clear like a mountain stream.
the city of skyscrapers is scrub