1.
Fordham wakes slowly.
Birdsong over bodegas—
shoes lace with purpose.
2.
Bronx River hums low,
a whisper beneath the road—
first prayer of the day.
3.
Past Yankee Stadium,
ghosts cheer from empty bleachers—
history walks too.
4.
Under the Cross Bronx,
graffiti tags speak in code—
old names, never gone.
5.
Mott Haven’s still warm,
cafecito on the stoop—
even stone greets you.
6.
Crossing the Harlem,
I pause on the bridge’s spine—
city breathes below.
7.
Harlem blocks alive,
church bells and open windows—
soul in every step.
8.
Malcolm’s mural stares
from a deli wall—watching,
guarding, still unbowed.
9.
Adam Clayton flows,
laughter rides the sidewalk cracks—
a drumline of feet.
10.
Columbia’s gates,
ivy climbs ambition’s face—
I keep walking past.
11.
Midtown glass rises,
cold and clean, but full of sky—
my face in the shine.
12.
Radio City,
tourists spinning, eyes too wide—
I nod through the blur.
13.
Times Square yells at me—
I duck down a side alley
to remember peace.
14.
Koreatown lunch—
kimchi and quiet blessings—
hot broth for the miles.
15.
Flatiron leans sharp,
like it's slicing through the breeze—
even buildings move.
16.
Union Square speaks loud,
protest signs and pigeons swirl—
freedom’s always near.
17.
Washington Square Park,
a saxophone breaks the hush—
love in every note.
18.
SoHo’s concrete art,
every window a mirror—
I see all my selves.
19.
Chinatown smells sweet—
ginger, sweat, and roasted duck—
I slow just to breathe.
20.
Little Italy
sips espresso on the curb—
old songs, young sneakers.
21.
Canal’s rush of wheels—
vendors call from both sidewalks,
hands holding more life.
22.
City Hall glances,
white stone bright in the warm light—
rules can’t stop the walk.
23.
Wall Street looms in steel,
numbers crawling up towers—
I pass without pause.
24.
Lady Liberty
peeks between the glass and waves—
almost home again.
25.
Battery Park still—
the sea touches concrete edge.
I sit. I exhale.
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