Spring in New York

light drizzles
sprinkle the brick pavements
as I walk the streets
soaking in the rain of people and their fragrances
holding my avocado umbrella
closed in my hand

the smell of gasoline exhumes
from their opened underground caves
drowsing me
in their dreamlike smoke

crowds smother the sidewalks
lightly caressing each other's arms and shoulders
barely stirring
while lining up together
by the silver breakfast cart
the scent of hot coffee
drifting through the air

up above me
tree branches blanket the ceiling
of the wearisome sky
covering the hemisphere
in blue brown trilateral patterns

soon the sun begins to show its yellow head
lighting up store fronts and street vendors
changing the colors of the city

time seem to travel rapidly
everything suddenly moves in lighting speed
the sound of voices spring up with excitement
as the aroma of a new morning
descend upon us


My ode to my hometown, the place where I still live - New York City.
Friday 5: avocado, hemisphere, gasoline, ceiling, brick