I walk on the Williamsburg bridge
From Brooklyn to Manhattan,
A single structure
Connecting the largest borough with a beatific skyline
Molded into the city.
Feathery, slow-landing snowflakes hit my face,
My spring coat unprepared for the wind’s embrace.
Walking through the cold
Just the same,
The sun peaks out over the terrain.
The colors of the rainbow shine loud,
Could this be?
A place of freedom for me?
I pause as the bicyclists honk their horns,
Taking over the path;
Bright yellow cabs
Whipping in and out of lanes,
The crystal blue water
Sparkling in the snow-turned rain.
The noise of the city beckons me
Its diversity, its simplicity.
The forthcoming late night
Will surely shine bright,
Like the colors of that rainbow
Piercing clouds in the sky –
A bridge of colors,