after arriving at dean and nevins street we were allowed a few free days out of the cells to roam the land of new york. being the cruel trick by our captors it was, we enjoyed swooning in its offerings, letting our eyes run free in the land of diversity even if our bodies would never escape the city on the eastern seaboard.
when trapped in an urban jungle and struggling for life one seeks those who survive in the harshest of conditions. survival becomes contagious. our journey brought to attention the struggle of trees within new york. few and far inbetween, they become an interesting creature emerging from the concrete as a testament to nature.
tree of nevins street struggles to be seen by the metropolitan citizens, in the dead of winter it is difficult
tree of madison avenue buried thick in the central layout of the city disguises itself from the viewer by pretending to be an art nouveau lightpost
although the city harshly ostracizes the subtleties of nature within its buildings and vehicles, there are several moments of hope. the central park haven supplies the drowning new yorker with all the nature they can handle. central park was an island within an island on our trip, it was our final fleeting moment of life, before we headed back to the cells for rations.
of course on the way back nature began to take a back seat again.
organic turned to mechanical
and industry taunted us with imitation. two mechanized trees stretch out to us with cold steel branches
harrowed by the trip outside seeking refuge, we were drawn back to our future grave. was it the loss of hope within the city walls that drove us back, or just the call of our stomachs for food, i dont know, but it was our last dance with the outside world. and i didnt even get to see the symbol of freedom that every immigrant looked to as a beacon of light for new lives in the early twentieth century; the statue of liberty!
oh wait. yes i did. and it renewed my faith in the united states of america.
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I'm glad you enjoyed your trip-- you could be a poet. Here is a haiku I wrote for you. I cried tears of joy while writing in:
Reminds me I'm free
A Sign we are Blessed by God
Lady Liberty
(cue Garrett singing "America, America" with his hand over his heart)
Then cue Garrett singing "tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty" a la Robert Goulet...
Then cue Garrett singing "Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap" while playing air guitar.
hold the phone is this a place to comment on the genius of the man we know as mr. whilhem or a place for haley and sarah to catch up? i love to see two friends communicating (however impersonal the method) but is this the appropriate venue? I am just trying to uphold the purity of the poet here folks, nothing more.
Oh hey nick, how are you? I just thought it would be nice to catch up. How's the fam? Get anything snazzy for christmas?
Sarah, I am so excited to live with you. It's crazy boring in Chico. I just scored an ancient Raleigh that has a Ralph Nader and a triangular rainbow sticker on it. Let's hit up the Firp for cawffee when we get to town.
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