Empire State Poem by Jan Sand

Empire State



Stone finger
Capped in stainless steel
Points at passing clouds
To say, 'Look here! '
To indicate that New York
Possesses fragile fascinations
Up above the squares
That jail the streets.
Patient.
Waiting out the days,
A beacon in the nights.
Forlorn for King Kong.

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