Line 2

Words swimming across a billboard.

My heart pours out to you.

Blue butterflies circling the emptiness that once sat in the middle of the city,

Littered with beating eyes.

Pacing,

Tracing,

Touching,

Feeling.

Wondering

Who to be?

Where to go?

What to see?

Heels clicking on ceramic floors, the rhythm matching funky beats pouring out of speakers that street dancers spin to,

A couple sings to,

A baby cries to. 

The lines on an old woman’s face connecting every memory she keeps behind a wall.

Her crooked front tooth illuminating something youthful, projecting a movie I remember.

The time I felt the flow, the movement, smooth and silky golden hues guiding me.

The push and pull of moving carts jolting us forward and backwards.

Fluxing and flowing.

Like the waves of the ocean keep us afloat. 

Sitting in silence.

Wondering where the train will take us next?