Daily Archives: November 12, 2014

LES, NYC, 2009

Originally posted 8/30/2009.

Come out of the Nuyo
at midnight

to packed streets:
every person in the world is here —
no, EVERYTHING is here;

my ears and eyes and nostrils flare
to pull it into me; every shop open,
every bar filled, garbage perfume underlying
lily scent from the flower stand, merengue
blaring from a gated alley 
where a column of white balloons sways 

in the courtyard beyond;
short skirts, long legs, shirt tails
and two days’ growth 
on every corner,

everyone seeking paths through
and around each other;

the Lower East Side,
the turning, the churning,
the shirring of wheels

where the New York City Machine
remakes, re-imagines, and revives,
and does it nowhere louder
than in this place

that has always been
the source of beginnings,
beehive of promise, island of
sweet buzz
and sting.