Manhattan sunrise over Hudson Bay
with cotton candy stripes of pink and blue
awakens sentinels to hold and stay
the course in reigning over their tableau.
Financial powers have their court’s command
in global rings to grapple day and nighr
while Culture proudly soaks into her land
with glamour, looking on with mirthful spite.
Like ink, the city spreads and runs up north
and leaves it’s stain on history. The Bronx
Does not escape the spreading course;
Long Island likewise feels the burning sparks
that light the skyline with a showy blaze
that’s quenched in river’s depths at break of day.
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