NY

Leaving the lead sky behind
on a delayed flight
to the frontier of my dreams.
 
Grey and other urban shades
sketch the landscape,
The city endlessly pictured
where I become tiny.

Tarmac grid you hide known places
around every corner.
Fast yellow cabs dodge 
the steam rising to the air.
 
Imaginary stories will happen
in your streets once I'm gone.

So familiar I wish to discover all of you
so vibrant I want to sit in your Park.
 
I steal some moments
wandering around
in common places for others.