one world sleeps in an apple
you are the red of Liberty, of RubyFrost
the crust of Central Park
you are the wings of flags at half-mast
of cultures torn apart
you are the long white cloud of pacific rose
the green of Monty’s Surprise
you are the Christmas colours in September streets
a New York state of mind
you are the mantle, the watercolour squares
history moulded in black stone
names in waves of rolling tears
of fallen friends, of frozen fears
one world sleeps in an apple
we are lost in our own city
Deans Ave curls of road cones:
the fire blight for humanity
these New York Times connect our lives
with students striking on streets
you are the yellow taxi exchanging clouds
for chambers of memories
one world sleeps in an apple
you are the core between the sea
synchronised movements of travelling waves
the cocoon unravels and breathes
one world sleeps in an apple
remembering our fallen leaves
we hold our hands between two mosques
in this city that never sleeps
E Wen Wong
Year 12
Burnside High School
