Light streams from the North
With shadow all around.
Courtesy of a skyscraper.
The Old Blarney tenement
Stands as time's testament
To this City's history.
An anonymous tower
Shades fur-wearing women
Trudging back to their work.
This part of the city is removed
From sunshine and light
But for brief building reflections.
Tantalizingly close,
Where Wall Street ends
Lies the sunny river.
So far, though from the hearts
Of the people walking here
That it may as well be
Martian ice?
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