by Vernon Waring
(vkwaring@aol.com)
Standing at the top of Billy Penn's hat,
I dive into the depths of two great rivers.
When I surface, the course of human events
courses through my aged veins,
and I can see, in the fleeting sun of autumn,
this procession of people and neighborhoods,
this cityscape painted with a sweeping stroke,
these diverse proud citizens who call me Philadelphia.
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