Mercer Street

I turn and my eye is caught.
A corridor of skyscrapers.
Roadways teaming with vehicles.

Human after human walking,
moving by.

And the sunset.
Gently caressing the peaks,
Of the buildings.
Filling the spaces with a purple hue.

Casting a golden shimmer.
A shimmer that lights up the faces,
Of each being we pass.

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