Down the Eastside…

the sunrises to meet my soul

pigeons, people, places to go

riding the River

bikes, skates, scooters

society’s statements on show

further down I loop the bull

sports are so complex

I pedal up the West

disembark from stress

Ride. Ride. Ride.

painters painting perception

fireflies are fireworks

each sparkle my darkness

 at the little red lighthouse

I stop

I stretch, and I rest

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© 2010 Tamara Royal

       MANHATTAN TIMES, 2011