May 22 2006
New York City
Published by 
J Scott at 8:11 pm under poetry corner
Feeling small,
leaving the lights
and people.
Like a dream of an Irishman,
New York City now.
Across the river,
across the way,
here I stay.
A feeling of sorrow of
good-bye to
a long-time love.
She is a long-time love.
All the lights twinkling
like fallen stars.
Hanging center stage
is the thumbnail moon.
The people,
the smells
are blanketed by the distance.
To where I live,
to where I am,
to where I exsist.
She changes like the autumn-
predictable
but always extraordinary and beautiful.
Her face is of many.
Her children come and go,
live and die
laugh and cry.
She is the hope,
she is the dream,
she is the future,
to a poor Irishman.
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