Sometimes the towering buildings seem to lean in around me

as if peering into my cage, the buildings are trying to catch a better look at my legs and arms, tiny to them.

One day the Statue of Liberty’s giant hand will descend, and grabbing me along the waistline 

I will be brought up twenty-two stories for her amusement and a closer inspection.

And maybe the Empire State turns toward the Chrysler building to give a disapproving glance

as Lady Liberty uses all her school girl charm, pleading with them to take me home.

I must hid behind the props and nooks of my cage, miniaturized by the enormity of New York.