Soul of the City
Architecture pierced the sky like an urban mine
Incandescent lights awakened the night
I saw New York
Yellow trumpets blasted left and right
Indistinct chatter of a million passerby’s
I heard New York
Musky salt air doused the air like potpourri
Smoke and incense tainted by Lombardi’s
I smelled New York
The most savory strip, a unique breed of meet
A melting pot of tang and spice, ever robust and bittersweet
I tasted New York
A zealous ambiance of ardent vitality
An eternal season of vibrance only found in this city
I felt New York
About the Contributor
Lyndsay Hampton, Poetry Editor
Lyndsay Hampton is a blunt individual who believes that the best kind of communication is short, sweet, and to the point. Being a big city and bright lights...