New York
A college student
Midwestern planted
landed in New York
eyes wide opened
Granted a chance
to practicum in the city
of cities
you might say
It was post my mother’s passing
I needed the time
to sort my emotions
and stay focused on studies
Massive empire of buildings
standing tall
sweating from the heat
mixed with pollution
Trekking to the subway
early morning trot
acrid scents of night
lingering in the bowels
Subway to bus
dropping by Little Neck
for my stint
with the agency
Helping little babies
ones who were marked
sadly, but truly
determined to survive
Lives of sweet innocence
have to make it
for sure
and find loving homes
Once back to my temporary abode
clearing my olfactory portals
supping on meager findings
counting myself fortunate
Life has a funny way
of taking you to places
you never thought you
would go
One Saturday
I went to the World Trade Center
all was well
back then
Looking back
how fortunate I was
to have that experience
over seeing Lady Liberty
Many a time
I would go to the Metropolitan
enjoying the vastness
of artists who’ve long gone
Crying tears at Monet
astounded at the colors
the shapes
the sizes
And to ride to the mountains
say I have been to Woodstock
gather with folk musicians
and the scent of the flowers in my room
Life takes us on journeys
never forgotten
this one took me
into a life I own
…..
There you have it! Day 14 of National Poetry Month 🙂
My prompt comes from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides “For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish.”
