observation

in their bedrock of self
the flowers blooming
steve and andrea holding hands
unbuttoning their coats
and buses whistle britney spears
the hummable kind

back to back everyone in the city
opens their newspapers
to spit pollen down the middle

and the cymbals crash for some reason
while lightning strikes faster
than words

and the bus driver says,
"my it's crowded today"

while skyscrapers bend to drink from the pond
like nothing ever happened