People
She's peppy. You can tell by the bounce in her step.
That one is shy. You can tell by the way her feet move in sync with the others, except alone.
Her presence is non-existent to the large crowd.
You can guess so much about a person just by looking at their bottom half.
It's fascinating really, how I am consumed by people.
I suppose the diversity is satisfying,
Perhaps the mystery summons my curiosity.
Faces blocked by a window separator, I am left to look from the hips down.
The crowd is busy to the eye, but in a calming way.
Their steps are a symphony, moving together, while containing different rhythms.
Everyone bops to the beat of their own drum.
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2014
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