Buskers on a busy street
I unflow from the crowd
Static against marchers and sideways walkers
Finding peace inside a throng
These two are musicians
Playing a neverending medley of eclectic tunes
I watch as crowds turn into individuals
A woman in a sundress catches my eye
We exchange a look
In which I pay homage with a smile
She accepts my offering with its twin
Disappearing around the corner
David Trudel © 2013
