The Wonders of the City

Have I told you of the wonders of the city?

On a wet day men with a lilt in their voices whisper, like the

patter of the rain, offering to shield us from the weather


School girls meet and kiss in the morning sun, one black and

one wrapped from her eyeballs in a religion

so foreign it doesn’t allow for assimilation, yet they kiss in greeting

Men in black no less alien, unassimilated, living in a time long

passed — wearing the colors of their shtel,

making new-age gadgets and following to the  letter rituals from

 a heartily unenlightened era…

All infusing their odd and familiar energy,  each proclaiming


Each a wonder of the city, each  alongside the older, the newer,

the many who have walked these streets 



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