Lorca, Crane and I stroll the Brooklyn Bridge
Lorca, Crane and I stroll the Brooklyn Bridge
City to city, trails connect
new faces to the finger tip of guitar lines;
a world intertwined between the street noise
and ink tattooed on a nomad's leaf.
Birds float above to eye every step taken,
and the train's steps clang alike at the station -
from winter to summer and back
unannounced changes roll through.
Buildings stand still to allure men
to covet and climb heights in feet.
A song plays and flows sinuously,
every harmonious note lifts up an eye.
©DirkWojtczack 2005
July 20
City to city, trails connect
new faces to the finger tip of guitar lines;
a world intertwined between the street noise
and ink tattooed on a nomad's leaf.
Birds float above to eye every step taken,
and the train's steps clang alike at the station -
from winter to summer and back
unannounced changes roll through.
Buildings stand still to allure men
to covet and climb heights in feet.
A song plays and flows sinuously,
every harmonious note lifts up an eye.
©DirkWojtczack 2005
July 20
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Lorca, Crane and I stroll the Brooklyn Bridge (rev1)
City to city, trails connect
a new face to the finger tip of a guitar line;
a world intertwined between street noise
and ink tattooed on a nomad's leaf.
Birds float above and eye every stroll taken,
the train's steps clang alike at the station -
from winter to summer and back
unannounced changes roll through.
Buildings stand still to allure men,
to covet and climb heights in feet.
A song plays and flows sinuously,
each harmonious note lifts up a wing.
©D W 2005
July 21
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