New York minute

Late summer night NYC

The hum 

People

Moving

The night like silver black skin

The brilliant and the destitute 

Cigarette smoke

Take a slow drag 

It's like hell is heaven

Choosing what to see

Will we see?

Bongo drumming 

Splash of water a lone sound

In a fountain bravely going on

What beauty

Young black woman sits 

Alone

Looks down 

The fountain rising 

Singing 

Behind her

She sits and writes

Silent

A piece of herself

Shimmers there 

Reflects the light

Her face 

A contemplate 

While the brilliant and the shinning ones

Walk round her and

Through the smoke

The hum

The sorry ones

Seeing only hell