New York Morning, Glimpse of Beauty (alt/beat version)

Sunrise, discarding New York magazine
poems not of city, even could
have written them myself, it seems

Heat grows, tossing New York Times
Vade Mecum of commute, tired of weight
of business and estate, pages never used

Now New York streets, unforgiving
red-light-jumping cars, pedestrians running on
adrenalin and wheels, upending

boy on crutches
baby carriage
scattered in their haste

to steal a march upon
New York morning sun
Even those possessed

of lifetime wage employment can't resist
caffeine-driven New York state of mind
traffic cops, tabloids and terror plots

look up, construction into sky
precise design and accident, human-conceived
magnificence, fragile towers, peaks

beloved Chrysler spire, beauty glimpsed
at last, New York windows upon sun
Clouds where passengers no longer fly.

poem by Frank Bana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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