Manhattan Morning

MANHATTAN MORNING
By Lydia Yorke

Sirens silent
Garbage trucks come and gone
Radios off.

Unusual quiet
in a cool, grey morning light
barely brushed with yellow.

The thieves have gone underground
and prostitutes haven't emerged . . .
in this neighborhood.

A few buses groan in and out of Port Authority
along with a sprinkling of yellow cabs
and vans.

Almost-empty streets
almost-clean air
in an almost-human city.


Lydia Yorke loves Manhattan.