Once what moved in New York City,

I offer you to see, my lad.

I offer you up

to observe the flourish of excited youth

and play in what was up till recently

the waste ground of desire and poor human contact,

and yet it held magic, abiding spirit and conscious

unsurpassed, true beauty in a bubble.

 

I offer you my son

the chance to be an English man

abroad, to witness first hand

all that I saw, all that I loved

and all who took me by the hand

and through the veins of the downtown city,

when I see you write,

any tips for dates,

I can only reply

date a Manhattan girl,

one who writes good poetry and

isn’t afraid to be beautiful.

 

Leave the death of death behind,

find peace, bravery and the delicate

nature of life away from these shores,

your eyes will open,

once you see past the boundary you have

inflicted upon yourself,

don’t allow yourself

to witness history or the planet

from the confines of strangled

uniformity, be someone

who opened his eyes

and see what and who moves you

in New York City.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016