i am found (revised)

last year was warm…
Times Square…
75 on Christmas day…
the usual unusual…

listened to jazz…
pedestrians pillared…
people paid and played…
one amongst millions…lost…

t’was no longer Gotham…
no porn-a-plenty…
genius of poverty tossed aside…
Disney on ice…
good morning america…

your streets of needs…
kids applying trades..
derelicts deciphering…
tourists in awe…of what…
a flash in the pan…a $5 knish…

throngs of people going no-where…
wanting to be seen…
on large screens high above…
small sets in diners back home…

and now i sit in an orange glow of comfort…
away from razzle dazzle…
pixie dust thrown by fairies…
lambs slaughtered for all to see…

for it is in this moment…
in this hour of no needs…
there is peace…

shots fired…
sirens yell…
Midwest…
not immune…

yet inside…
a soul sings…
voices stopped…
solace….

i am found…

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