The Bustle


I rush across the street
Neon counting down
The time until
Cars come flying past

Lights in the window
Of a shop
Open at 1AM
Never flicker

People walking around me
That I
Have never met
And never will

Sounds of a thousand
Conversations nearby
From groups
Of friends and coworkers

The lamps along
The sidewalks
Whites and yellows
Of the reflecting lights

Forget that cities never sleep,
Cities never die.

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