Soul of the City


Photo by LyndsayHampton

There’s nowhere like Times Square

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