Manhattan has such cliffs along the shore
That humble man made towers built from steel.
You scaled them without fear, Conquistador!
The Hudson churns so far below with zeal.
The bluffs look dampened from July’s thick air.
The parapets thus gleam with streaks of quartz,
and garnet flecks reflect in your eyes fair
As summer reigns o’er wild and beastly courts.
Together we rejoice at summit’s crest,
The foxglove, bee balm, rose, and iris bend.
We two are crowned by swallows in their nest
Who share their home with us ‘til day must end.
The Palisades burn pink in evening glow,
And we descend to neon lights below.
About the Creator
Annie Chester
"In the name of the Bee-
and of the Butterfly-
and of the Breeze- Amen!"
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