Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Because This Is New York: Con

Manhattan by night: 1946

Because this is New York, I feel alone
   Even when I’m surrounded by a mob
Of people who race through this maze of stone
   To get to, or escape, their hated job.
I share the streets as part of this proud herd
   Of fellow souls, who all feel solitude;
I go for days and never say a word
   To anyone, except to order food.
So many strangers, hunting, just like me,
   For some warm human color in the gray
Of this ant’s nest—searching, only to see
   So many strangers, and they stay that way.
      My soul mate could be living down the street.
      Because this is New York?  We’ll never meet.

Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells


1 comment:

Elijah said...