Hot air hangs above tracks covered in pools of rusty water
Silver streak screams by like a banshee,
the wind whipping my hair.
Doors open with a whissshhh
People push forward to find a spot.
Climbing steps from the dark womb of the city below
to bright light above — I am born into New York.
Amanda Knox on a giant billboard asks: monster or victim?
People pay no attention and zig-zag
like rabbits on sidewalks and city streets.