I breath the cold air of
the city, the drench of
old, rats and sewer.
I pass the old man,
sitting on the corner who
whistles at the young blonde
here for the summer.
I smile to the baby,
sitting in her stroller
laughing at what I think
is her mother.
I spot the old city bikes,
resting on the corner,
and the taxis rushing
through the cities boroughs.
I stop for a moment,
for a beautiful women.
who stands calmly in a
long white dress.
Autumn leaves flowing,
to the music of the Beatles
surrounding the memorials.
I turn to my street and
look down at my PJ's,
for this was just an
early breath of fresh air.
Oh, how I love my city.
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