The rain collects

Small pools on the ground

The peeling of the rubber

From the ground

The great majesty

Of buildings

Disappearing in the up high

The ominous tapestry in the sky

Unfold the fog from morning sights

Wake a new

The New York Skyline

Quick beeps and parked cars

Sirens alarm

Back up quick

Away from harm

The simplest yet amazing charm

From Brooklyn over the East arm

I breathe out

And hold the next

How this city is quite simple

Yet eternally complex