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(PHOTOS OF BROOKLYN, NEW YORK - PINTEREST)
"Brooklyn"
“Brooklyn” greets me like a good
friend;
A warm smile, a huge hug and a gentle
kiss
A soft breeze, and City Street
melodies…
“Brooklyn” adores me like a lover
would
It holds my hand and walks beside
me -
past old, quaint row houses,
one-family to multi-family jewels,
Newly erected Condos,
Ground floor spaces
and many lone, vacant places
We skip ‘cross cracked sidewalks,
rising curbs and concrete stoops
We trip upon urban construction
sites
that have worn out their welcome
We prance by corner mailboxes
and City fire hydrants;
better known as “Johnny Pumps”
in our New York “Brooklyn” world
“Brooklyn” whispers in my ear,
plays with my hair,
dances in my heart
and escorts me everywhere -
Shadows of the past
Emotions of the present
Hopes for the future
Longing for yesterday…
Like a fine wine
“Brooklyn” sedates me
with its grapes of honor
It bathes me in sweet splendor
Potent aromas guide my every step
as I follow so obediently
The smell of espresso and pastry in
the air
A sniff here, a sniff there
Freshly baked bread and brick oven
pizza
intoxicate me along the way
Suddenly “Brooklyn” taps me on the
shoulder
and alerts me to the scent of
exotic bouquets,
blooming on bustling street corners
with hints of fresh fruit and vegetable
bliss
permeating the air
I am dazed within the grip of MY “Brooklyn”
As I bask amongst the foods of the
Gods
…Until a passing bicyclist,
skateboarder
or breathless jogger
rudely interrupts my fantasy,
while “Brooklyn” shelters me with
its charm
and gently casts me out of the way,
so “they” may move along
on their merry journey
as I continue on mine,
with “Brooklyn” by my side…
To the park, I hear “Brooklyn”
whisper
…Masterful pigeons fly above in
flocks
Waving past with outstretched wings
Children playing, adults gossiping,
traffic bellowing
Park benches filled with sitting
elders
Majestic trees offering shade
Sprinklers, dogwalkers
Squirrels and birds
- I must treat myself to a pink
lemon-ade
Icecream cones and candy, in the
hands of tots,
All nestled and happy in their strollers,
beneath swaying trees and cloudless
skies
- Oh the wonders never cease!
“Brooklyn” leads me to its spectacular
Pier
and panoramic views of the Big City
-
Which stretch far and wide
across the glorious East River;
where seagulls play,
planes and helicopters soar
sailboats and water taxis
ride the waves to shore…
Small makeshift beaches
bordered by large black rocks
at the water’s edge,
house the ducks
and entice each curious child
…and that is “Brooklyn”…
A varied mix of past, present and
future
One slice of “magical” New York
City…
Tainted by change, loved by what
once was
and stunned by what may come to be…
Yet, forever a part of ME!
- The place I call Home!