Note: This is one of my personal favourites.  I love NYC’s Greenwich Village. If I ever win the lottery. I am buying a Brownstone right in the center of the Village.

The Village

Walking down 8th Street,
past the funky shoe store
and The Gap,

A woman talking to herself
stops in front of me.
I think she’s asking me a question
and I listen intently,
but then she mumbles something
and walks away.

I just shake my head
crossing to Christopher Street,
mingling with the punks and artists,
the pierced and the tortured corporate suits
sipping iced lattes.

Everyone looking for something
amongst the ghosts of the village
still haunting the cobblestone streets.

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