| I
took this camera
to capture
her in the city;
these
towers would
fall down
for her beauty
this
I had
to preserve.
here,
we’re
in Bryant Park’s
field;
in
this photo, we’re
along the
South Street Seaport.
here,
at the
center of
Times Square
as
if the world
was watching us,
&
we truly
believed they were.
As
the sun set
over the Hudson
River valley,
I
stood her right here,
for this photo in
Union Square;
to
capture the
Empire State building
in the distance.
the
tower’s
floodlights were
lit green;
the
same green
of the traffic lights
leading Uptown
as
she reached
for my hands,
& my camera
so
she could shoot
this video footage
here, & here,
of
me running
up Broadway,
towards her,
passing
17th, 18th,
& 19th Streets …
I
knew then,
I’d be willing to go
pass the squares,
the
park,
through the
Viaduct Valley
up
to the Heights,
to chase her
with my love,
laughing,
in a playful
newfound joy
and
capturing
picture after picture
of each step.
Mark
Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2008
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