...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Brooklyn)

 

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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!