The City

The buildings seen to stretch forever, like columns supporting the heavens. Above, an airplane, like a large metallic dragonfly, soars by. Below, like a great black muddy river, the pavement flows between the bases of the buildings. On the streets, yellow beetles pick up ants and caterpillar like buses make regular stops for them as well. Other multicolored bugs pass by quickly, trying to get to their destination before--darkness falls. As darkness approaches, the ever-moving streets slow down. Except for one, which become more active. One that lights up, like a Christmas tree; its many colored lights accented only by wisps of tinsel smoke and the huge ornamental signs. This street is Broadway and this place is New York.
**Thalia