New York drizzle - NYC poem #2

I

stand

at the

foot of

the empire state

building and look

up to where the

spire swirls in the

foggy atmosphere

and imagine drifting

above manhattan

with the fog and falling

as raindrops on these

iconic streets 5^th avenue

broadway 44^th wall times

square and becoming part

of the dust on the pavement

like the millions of people

who walk these streets every

day as cogs in the giant machine

of civilization that starts with the

will to build this pointed tower to the heavens