Thursday, January 17, 2008

Every Day In New York

A response to Wm. Blake's "The Divine Image"

Every day in New York,

I see people I'll never see again,
but it never makes me lonely when

every day in New York,

taking their place, strangers are near
when all my friends have disappeared,

for every day in New York,

rain or shine,
the human form divine
is always present here.