New York light is different.
It holds much less in the daytime;
it is not dappled nor full.
It contains the droning lull;
this sun is turning more
fully to compensate
for our rush, abstaining from
brilliance on the hours
to this island.
At night (though we forget
that which brought us to life
& simply entertain the dust
creeping beneath streetlights),
we retain our creations after
the day's dissipation.
Why not let the sidewalks
shine faster than the stars?
We must forget that what
is now will not
forever be ours.
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