New York is many things at once.
Names in lights, inspirations;
And the stench of piss, both new and stale.
Towering ‘scrapers, your head in the clouds,
And stifling B.O., strong enough to choke you.
Dazzling stars and blinding wonder,
Mixed with the foulest notes to hit your nose.
But even with the stank that overwhelms you,
So too are you taken, by all of it’s awe.