a full parade of days
walking in the shadows of the empire
snow falling on cement
bustle and thrill morphed into agitation and aching arches
there's no place like home but
there's really no place like new york:
the frenzy of a billion heartbeats
and brain waves and conversations
the lives of the poor and famous intersecting underground
didn't make it above 42nd street
but it's okay
yoga was an asylum
from the speedy mind
always seeking what's next
where next, who next
scarcely able to complete one thought
before the next waterfall of people
cascade down the stairwell
and vie for their lives on the crosswalk
made new friends and kept the old
meditated in manhattan
basked in the relative calm in brooklyn
powered through brunches and shops and times square
ate systematically from every delicious cuisine possible
i do love this city
i did enjoy this spring break immensely
i am ready to return to my quiet little corner of the planet
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