Flooded streets of people dancing in the sun
Humans are too happy to carry a gun
Smiling faces and sweat glistening upon exposed skin
Ice cream trucks roaring and breathing in heavy, hot steamy city air
No one has a care in the world, no fight, other than breaking into some air conditioning
New York is filled with magic already, but summertime brings a different light
Happy hearts and running dogs in bright green parks
Everyone looks around to find no one in the dark alone
Last summer, there was a pandemic, but we still felt hope in our souls
This summer we’ll have more
Kids will fly through pouring fire hydrants like they were at Niagara Falls
Once the sky becomes dark around eight o’ clock or even later
Everyone will run home and pray for another fated hot day
The bright sun will kiss your face with warmth on the next morning while you’re still in bed and you’ll bounce out, throw on some easy clothes, grab a coffee then stroll around the city, where ever your feet will take you.
The Magic city sun will always guide you.
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Anya Britto
Living in NYC, trying to make my dreams come true one day at a time.
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