Mmm, New-Providence (us) a curious place is.

Down on Highview St. wander, you must.

Do or do not, there is no try.
Near Riverbend Park, relax, I did.

Crowds at Liberty Plaza, bustling they were.

Hmmm, a patch of soul in every nook, yup.
The Eastside, lively it be.

Tiny cafes off Rue d'Amour feel, magical they are.

Oh, and do not miss Starling Bridge by the river.

Flowing wild the Silvercurrent River is.
I walk, I talk, secrets I share.

Sexuality, life rhythms, steeped deep in this city.

"Synecdoche, New York" quotes echo in my head, mm.

"Big creative words, infinite, endless possibility, you feel that."
Back alleys of Westfork, gritty, raw, unique they are.

My doc, my passion, I find in subtle glances.

Legend tells, at midnight, tales etched in walls speak.

Strange, mystical, like characters lost in art.
Crazy spots, I love 'em, holy smokes.

Old Market Street? Yea, sure, magic in disarray.

Found a secret cellar, whispered intimacies, so wild.

Mind-blowing moments, unpredictably remembered.
Oh dang, misspelled many here: fwnder, posbl, nevr, syle, slob, lovly, tru, candrd, kwik, mzt, surprs, chrm, gmbl.
Feels real, my friend, you see?

New-Providence (us) a stage, full of life it is.

Mystic energy here be, ♥ it, you must.
Happy I am, though mad sometimes, erratic vibes here swirl.

Adventure constant, passions sparked, messy artfully.

Keep exploring, keep loving, my dear pal.

Laugh lots, cry sometimes, and always embrace life.
Remember, "Do or do not, there is no try."

Alive the city remains, yes, forever it does.