New York
was
my dreams

in steel,
glass,
sunset—

rooftop
hopes
at dusk—

concrete,
clouds,
sirens,

grinding
noise
of trains.

New York
was
my dreams

without
sleep
I roamed

as free
as
a boy

can be
with
only

a few
bucks
no friends

and lives
to
live all

ahead,
in
all ways.

New York
was
my dreams

and yet
when
I woke

New York
was
still there

in clouds
of
concrete

sirens,
noise
silenced.

New York
was
my dreams

in love
I
roamed

wondered
why
I was

who I
was
until

I was
not
who I

had been
when
I roamed

as free
as
a boy.

MB 4/6/2021

New York
was
my dreams

in steel,
glass,
sunset—