New York is such
a
beautiful
disaster.
There are more people here
than trees in Aspen
It is a:
dense
electric
contagious
chaotic
vibration.
Unlike the feeling of the trees
soft, gentle, kind
quietly whispering
swaying like lovers lost in a trance
New York
roars
honks
belches
slam dances
and rarely
rests
countless thoughts
desires
actions
regrets
triumphs
all caught up in the mountains of buildings
still reaching for the sun
like those branches seeking light
Air
CO2
or
O2
nourishes
us
all
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