Augury

With my hopes for the rebirth of our world, America, and New York City.





The evening golden lights

(An anniversary of promises and surrenders)


Feathers were flying and falling slowly, like snowflakes
on the calm evening waters of The Hudson
the army of angels couldn’t wait to gather there
landing, one more time, on the other side of the river

They, and some humans, were witnessing the event
the sun going West, reluctantly, towards the horizon
wrapped in purple strokes, rays piercing the perplexed clouds
everyone in silence and owe, watching gold melting
cascading, covering the New York City skyline

A moment when dreams can be touched
and fairy tales seem more than real
love is the only force that can draw this picture
a man made landscape blessed by the heavens




Aymara Lorente

November 8, 2017






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