The damask of the sky, over the city cleaves,
As families walk by, to boughs of yellow leaves.
Chestnuts sold, by a lake of toy sails,
Add a fragrance to New York, as daylight pales.
The noises blaring from winding cars
Are distant in the park, where one can listen
To the coo of pigeons, as skyscrapers glisten:
To the south they rise, to the urban stars.
A Republican reads the Journal, as a Democrat walks by,
In the circus-like fanfare, they see eye to eye,
If only for a moment, by a strawberry field.
They are dizzy in the potions that musicians yield.
Children, at the zoo, feed ponies, licking ice cream,
As lovers walk the promenades, drunken gypsies dream.
(From Sonnets Of Dusk And Dawn P. 71 / Published With The Author's Permission)
As families walk by, to boughs of yellow leaves.
Chestnuts sold, by a lake of toy sails,
Add a fragrance to New York, as daylight pales.
The noises blaring from winding cars
Are distant in the park, where one can listen
To the coo of pigeons, as skyscrapers glisten:
To the south they rise, to the urban stars.
A Republican reads the Journal, as a Democrat walks by,
In the circus-like fanfare, they see eye to eye,
If only for a moment, by a strawberry field.
They are dizzy in the potions that musicians yield.
Children, at the zoo, feed ponies, licking ice cream,
As lovers walk the promenades, drunken gypsies dream.
(From Sonnets Of Dusk And Dawn P. 71 / Published With The Author's Permission)
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