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The City That Never Sleeps

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By Fiona HowellPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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The City That Never Sleeps

-Fiona Howell 5/24/2023

Sounds so loud they pierce my ears.

Looking down so I don’t fall.

A tourist in my home city of New York.

The town has changed completely,

but smells of trash, food, flowers mingle

and stay the same.

I hear more languages in one block

than I have heard all year in Tamworth:

Spanish, French, even Chinese.

Overwhelming nostalgia for my childhood

seeps into me and remains there,

reminding me that I have grown.

Reminding me that just as the city

has changed, I have too.

I have left the city of my birth,

the city that never sleeps.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Fiona Howell

I am Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and a writer hailing from New Hampshire, US. I have two books out on Amazon: The Locked Box and Blackwood. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.

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