A Traveler in New York

The Hudson stretches on to distant sky,
Desires run fast to follow endless earth;
He stands alone without a reason why,
To seek the sunlit path for life’s rebirth.

With roots grown cold, this traveler in New York,
In currents blocked with all he would forego;
It doesn’t matter which way at the fork
When all of life’s recalled from long ago.

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