People on the street.

People on the street. 

When I watch where people on the street meet, they stand in line, warm and breathing through the street. I lodged only for a little while. I give them a big smile. Then I climb to the top of a sand pile to get a bird's eye view of people stretching out for miles. I think I will sit and stay for a while. They look like little ants. That use to crawl up my pants. Like quicksand slipping through my fingers, they seem to vanish before my eyes, never truly there. Do I really care?