Non-stop traffic at my back
cups of Starbucks striding by
canvases filled with light
unseen by fervid joggers
pissed on by passing pets.
They walk with purpose
to forestall the inevitable
missing the sky's colour
and the gaggle of gulls
dipping and diving.
Oblivious to the brushstrokes
the crash of waves
the pelican's snatch
the sculpture's lines
the here and now.
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