It's a horizontal river rush of people and of colors
Of different shades and natures and tints
Gliding—either way
Both ways
All day, reflecting through the window
It's a horizontal river rush
Without the roar
Or whitecaps
So silently they walk no scuffling with the pavement
Muted by the window
Some stop to glance around
Some drift across the grass
Like water droplets without a path
Like water droplets on the glass when it rains
And it's a horizontal waterfall of people when it rains
With the river upside down
And those black umbrella rafts
Covering their hats and their heads
It's a slipping ripping
Colors bumping blending
Rafts colliding
Slopping sliding time
When the rain distorts things in the window
When it stops…
It's a horizontal tiny stream of people
Or a person walking
Head down in thought
And the wind slowly carrying off the droplets from the grass
And the glass
And the sidewalk turning white
When those gentle colors again begin to flow
Either way
Both ways
All day a thousand lives reflecting
Through the window
