Grim faced and forbidding  Their faces closed tight  An angular mass of New Yorkers  Pacing in rhythm  Race the oncoming night  They chase through the streets of Manhattan  Head first humanity  Pause at a light  Then flow through the streets of the city    They seem oblivious  To a soft spring rain  Like an English rain  So light, yet endless  From a leaden sky    The buildings are lost  In their limitless rise  My feet catch the pulse  And the purposeful stride    I feel the sense of possibilities  I feel the wrench of hard realities  The focus is sharp in the city    Wide angle watcher  On life's ancient tales  Steeped in the history of London    Green and grey washes  In a wispy white veil  Mist in the streets of Westminster  Wistful and weathered  The pride still prevails  Alive in the streets of the city    Are they oblivious  To this quality?  A quality  Of light unique to  Every city's streets    Pavements may teem  With intense energy  But the city is calm  In this violent sea