Under the Empire sun

The city resets in the evening

Continual receiving

Thick lines run blurred into the night

The world centers herself

Around the NYC shelves

From Jackson Heights

To the Bushwick and Greenpoint

We held hands

As we felts our way

Through a city heralding a

Skyline

Heralding

The sun

We blink our eyes

Rub them dry

To see the Empire sun

Settle over the western sky

Over the east river

We await

Waiting

For yet another day