1 Grim-faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm
They chase through the streets of Manhattan Head-first humanity?Pause at a light Then flow through the streets of the city
They seem oblivious To a soft spring rain
So light, yet endless From a leaden sky
The buildings are lost In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse And the purposeful stride
I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city
2 Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales Steeped in the history of London
Green and grey washes In a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster Wistful and weathered The pride still prevails Alive in the streets of the city
Are they oblivious To this quality A quality
Of light unique to Every city's streets
Pavements may teem With intense energy But the city is calm In this violent sea