by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

When I get to New York

It will be in the fall
When the leaves turn red and gold and yellow
And drop precariously all around.

When the crisp air carries
A promise of change

I will arrive on a train
Through Grand Central Station

And before I even enter the City
I will shop
And eat
And people-watch.

I will take a yellow taxi cab
To Central Park
And run along the paths

Before I buy a bag of roasted nuts
And sit on a green bench
To enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells.

I will think of the movies
And the songs
And the stories

That have filled my head and heart
With such wanderlust
That brings me there.

I will wait until the sun sets
And make my way
To Broadway
Where I will stand on the sidewalk
With arms open wide
And voice lifted high

And people will stare at me
But most will smile and applaud
In understanding.

I will quiet myself as I enter
The theatre
And hum quietly along
As I take it all in
And vicariously live a musical.

I will find a street vendor
For exhaust-flavored hot dogs and coffee
And stroll through the streets
Through the night

Until I find myself
Like Holly Golightly
Looking through early morning windows
At Tiffany’s
And their beautiful blue boxes.

I’ll lay my head on a pillow
At the Plaza
And wake to look over
The City that Never Sleeps.

I’ll walk underground
And ride the metal beasts
Of the Subway
From one end to the other.

I’ll go to Yankee Stadium
And cheer out loud
For my team.

I’ll ride the ferry
To Ellis Island
And remember how this Great Country
Was, is, and will be.

I’ll tread lightly at the Library
And smell pages and pages
Of History
Fantasy, Reality, and Life.

I’ll stroll through the Village
And eat treats unheard of
And pretend I belong in Soho
If just for the day.

I’ll skate at Rockefeller Center
And laugh when I fall down.

When the lights come to life
I’ll find myself exiting
The elevator on top
Of the Empire State Building

And again I’ll sing songs
While holding my breath

As I look over the expanse
And make more dreams
Than I knew I could hold inside me.

I’ll awake with my muses
Flying rapidly about
Onto paper and thoughts
And take myself to the MoMA
To let it all in
And let myself out.

I’ll sit on a bench
And instead of writing
I’ll look around

I’ll close my eyes and see it all
I’ll open my ears and hear whispers
I’ll speak later, when I find my words.

I’ll walk in a daze
Down 34th Street
And find myself
In the miracles of Macy’s
And all it has to offer.

I’ll listen to street musicians
And tap my tennis shoes to the beat
Until my dancing feet
Take me

To Times Square
In the midst of possibly everything

I will finally just stop

And stand there
In awe

Of neon lights
And honking horns
And tourists
Just like me.

I will buy me a keychain
And a statue of the Statue.

Then I will make my way

And write it all out
As bits and pieces
Come back to me


Come back
To it.

And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!

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