Return of the Crowds

The downtown streets are crowded;

The ferry lines are long.

New York’s no longer shrouded

In despair, but looking strong.

 

I kinda miss the quiet

And can do without the hordes.

I guess I should deny it;

Swarms are Covid-free rewards.

 

But everyone’s not ready

To pick up where we left off.

For many, slow and steady,

Still get spooked by sneeze or cough.

 

So I ventured to surroundings

I once traveled to a lot,

Yet instead of leaps and boundings,

Hesitation’s what I got.