O'er th' waters of Hudson each midnite
Stars o' emerald be seen o'er streetlite
Its necklace of light sweeps down low
To New Yorker's it's just staus quo
Snap-shot for tourists to awe and sigh
For Westsided dweller's to cover their eyes
Cable high-beams invade window drapes
still a fair trade-off for Hudsons nightscape
Starlites o' green, swoop like pearl's 'o jade
God-Kissed...yet architectually man-made
What be these bright images round, sparkled beads
It's New Yorks George Washington Bridge that you see!
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Written while parked at the 96th Street Boat
Basin...off the Westside Highway overlooking
the Hudson River, one N.Y. May night, musing.
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