concrete

they call it a jungle

the trains are snakes

boa constrictors with bright spots

buildings that scrape the sky

mirroring trees that reach so high

they give the overview of new york life

I

live where the buses are elephants

they don’t stomp but roll

presence stronger than a tiger

their trumpet is their honk

and the king stands fierce

42nd St.

the highlight of the city

the heart of it all

nyc

acj

a concrete jungle

the start of it all.