NYC Mojo

NYC  mojo the dense energy deadly now

but the tough love of Yorkers undaunted

the forever fighters against the insidious beast:

Those needing care waiting for home.

Those caring have forsaken home.

Only gods at work with nothing but love

Ghostly streets, eerie, sinister

as though lifeless lies the giant

the pulse, the throb, the very hum of the

promise waiting to unfurl its wings clipped,

Now the margins sealed, the spills stopped

A roaring machine now a grinding halt.

The tug of the street soul: of kebabs or falafel

with salad on pita with Lebanese flourish

the steaming urgency of rushing bodies

the subway and the sidewalks all driven

to the tallest buildings otherwise bullish

the babble of a million tongues, faces from all over

on the steps of the MET the halls of MOMA

the warm hug of the Big Apple wall-to-wall

Hudson’s amber sunset touching Liberty’s call

the fragrant park walks n the performers will nudge

when the fear’s done n  the fever’s gone

as the Phoenix from the ashes rises once again.