when your standing waiting to cross the road
at 5.30 and the sun is going down
And the city is alive
And your head is buzzing because your
Anti-depressants are wearing off
and your gaze locks in one location and
You are one with
The people
and the buildings around you
and your eyes glaze over
To a soft vision of the cyclists riding past
Work
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In the butterfly bloom
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