Friday, January 3, 2025

NYC Haiku #21-30

 21.

Brownstones line the block
like elders at a front stoop—
watching, weathered, wise

22.
Sirens blur the dark
in a symphony of need—
city lullaby

23.
Bronx bodega light
buzzes as the ice cream hums—
midnight mango pop

24.
From Queens to the Heights
languages bloom on the breeze—
every voice belongs

25.
Autumn coats the park
orange rust on winding paths—
lovers sipping wind

26.
Fire escapes host lives—
tomatoes in coffee cans,
smoke and conversations

27.
NYPD boots
echo near the courthouse steps—
justice in a blur

28.
Summer hydrants burst
kids leap into silver rain—
laughter in the street

29.
A lone pigeon struts
Wall Street to 42nd—
unimpressed by all

30.
Yankee Stadium—
cheers rise like prayers in mass
on a summer night

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