by Carina D’Urso
I think skyscrapers are built close together for warmth.
Maybe the tallest building in Manhattan,
with its unyielding steel,
needs to feel loved.
I wish I could put all of the love in my city into a jar.
Then I could put my ear close to the lid,
my forehead close to the glass.
I’d see every feeling and every soul
with wide eyes.
I am a leaf blowing in the wind.
I catch every ray of sun,
holding on to them for dear life.
I crawl into every crevice of humanity,
reaching for love.
I dream of faded clothes,
and my pockets are overflowing with memories
I live and cry vicariously,
because everything I see climbs into my heart.
