Ramadan in New York

I’m roaming around the city,

carrying pitted dates, 

quietly amused

by how many wouldn’t even know

the value held within my grip.

but then I hop on the train

and see moons and mubaraks lining the way,

reminding me this is the perfect place to be

to celebrate a month

that opens you up to peace. 

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