Standing in the midst of bustle
life happens
life happens all around her circumference and it is
fast-paced, non-stop, dangerous and exciting
Standing in the middle of the circle
there is but one
making her way to the altar
to lie down in submission
but there is no room on the asphalt because the yellow dotted lines
are allowing everyone and everything to pass her by
standing in the middle of the square
cornered by subway tunnels and taxi stands
buses and bicycles
how is it that one person can disappear so easily
into the underground sidebar
in broad daylight?
She is wearing her brightest colors
reflecting
waiting
steadily fading into the concrete
standing in the triangle
trafficked
behind the YIELDing sign
unnoticed
and sideswiped
kicked like the proverbial can
flattened and scraped into the sewer grate
resigned to float upon filthy waters
until
this moment is recycled once again