New York City's Greenwich Village

Greenwich Village breathes, She inhales exhausted tepid air, And exhales blustery winds of possibility. The lady blows away the veils of dishonesty. Tangled streets strung together, Knotted masses of pearls and poetry, Entwining marbled heroes,rounded arches, Crucifixes,and snakes penned on skin. Artists, tourists, vagrants,and scholars, Know the calling of its siren song well. People living on the fringe of humanity, And those from the upper crust, fuse. The village is the one spot on earth Where you can expose your primal desires, And explore their depths unfettered. She is a lovely harlot who lives to please . Musicians and thinkers engage in chess, Neighbors line the benches of it's central park. Children run naked through its fountains. The poor and idol rich roam, anonymously. A reader of fortunes lays out his cards, Lovers tango,who knows which one leads? Perhaps all the seekers will find their way, And the leaders will learn how to see? Lady Greenwich Village,the canvas of New York life, Her face painted with brilliant spattered oils. Each of us can add our own divine colors, Dripping and blending with individual uniqueness.