In a sea of color they move
Over,under, through
a continuous Mixing motion
like a washing machine.
Those who are ,
Or those who would like to be
Along woth those who never will.
Silently sharing the same space and time
With droning noise only Interspaced
With the sound of urgency .
Life occassonally brightened by an
Exceptionally beautiful butterfly
That floats past almoast unaware
Of the looks she invites without speaking
And in a blink she’s gone
part of the rich mix of life once more
And a city moves on