Empire State. Where the Interstates wind between the wind of Lake Erie and the Atlantic. Where the Statue of Liberty raises her torch to the Golden Gate, and the Niagara falls.
Empire State. Where the State capitol rests one-hundred fifty-two miles from the flow of world capital pumping through its commercial heart. Where Apple Orchards attract their Autumn pickers for the day from the Big Apple.
Empire State. Where you don’t mind being in that state of mind.
Palm Sunday
Saint Patrick’s Cathedral
filled with tourists
in the palm of my hand
the heart of my worship
#NaPoWriMo2019 / GloPoWriMo2019 14/30
WD April PAD 2019 14/30
Frank J. Tassone 
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