vive la nuit

orange pyres bellow smoke

  in the middle of 42nd street as snow falls

  silently amidst blurry yellow streaks

  and countless pairs of feet

flashes brighten the night on

  47th and 5th as boys and

  girls laugh skating below the

  gargantuan spruce

smells of roasting nuts blind passersby

  as the cold nips their noses red and

  the men in blue direct them

  like shepherds to a flock of lamb

the rumble of the 4 train

  brings urine stained stale

  air to grand central and lex

  as it arrives five minutes late

trees dance like rockettes

  as they try to brush the snow

  from their stiff naked limbs

  in grand central park

staggering men babble words and

  string along a stench of alcohol

  down st.marks and seem

  immune to the cold

families with cameras gawk

  outside the bergdorf and

  down 5th ave to 30 rock

  and eat at hearty hale

boys and girls line up

  in front of magnolia on

  bleecker to pay for

  overpriced red velvet cupcakes

watching planes takeoff

  and land out of terminal 2

  at jfk during sunset

  is the most beautiful thing