The High Line

At the tops of the shortest trees in this concrete jungle.

I am above the streets that are peppered with thoughts and opinions of the people who live in this city.

New York, the people's city.
The High Line has expanded.

Further, further in both directions.                        
                                                                          
                                                                                I am below the sky.
                                                                             So blue on this dark day.

              Does it reflect your eyes...?


On the path ahead peeks the rusty tracks that have been re-born in this project.

The trees and flowers,
                       the buildings,
                                   the culture of this place.

Walking inside visions...
                                           
                                                I have been inspired.