Manhattan brims with romance
oh how love can be so urban
stolen sidewalk secrets whispered into chin-tucked collars
(if i bend my head justso won’t you meet me halfway)
slip an arm around my waist like a theater cane
on Broadway,
or even off, if so you please —
just lead me lazily through midtown amidst the blacks & grays
play out the photographs & movies in real time
a backdrop of a theater square
with an audience of street corner strangers
and tell me things like this don’t happen to me to you to
people like us
‘cuz i believe that, too.

by Rodney Smith