New York Spell

by Gregg Dotoli

Like that forgotten song
that’s reheard sweeter
and richer-sounding
when leaving New York
that unique awe and joy fades
Manhattan patiently awaits
on return it lifts the spirit
shedding double-awe and double-joy
the breezy island whispers
this is the only place to be
this is the only place to be


Copyright © 2015 by Gregg Dotoli

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