God Looks Down
On my walk to Grand Central Terminal
this morning I was captivated
by the sun as it cascaded
down, reflecting off
the skyscrapers.
The angles, like
light through a
prism, created
rainbows in the
canyons. Below
in the shadows,
the faces of the
crowd appeared
then dissolved
like ghosts. Some-
times I think the
omniscient view
is the only way to
truly appreciate
this city. At street
level it is store fronts,
hand bills, cabby horns
and pushy pedestrians
but above, far above, it
is pure beauty. Crowned
with corbels and cornices,
gothic spires and bright
flourishes of Art Deco steel,
the buildings pull your eyes
to the heavens. I often catch
myself staring up, wide-eyed;
a child on the Fourth of July.
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