Are still as romantic
(In my imagination)
As they were a year ago.
Umbrella flowers bloom
On the grey, shimmering streets
Brightening the tightly-carved rivers
While yellow fish splash quickly by.
The Village still hums
Times Square still glows
The Brooklyn Bridge still pulses
I love rainy days just like the others.
I'm a walker
Subway rider
Taxi dodger
Urban explorer.
--4.12.09
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