They blow bubbles on thirty fourth
on the corner
in the heat
as we wait for change of lights
or wait on a friend
or lose water weight
sweltering under midday sun.

Music is coming from somewhere
and the crowd congeals
and some sway to the tune
and the bubbles blow and save my soul
as some girl begins to dance.

Soon
a ripple flows trough us
and more
follow the leader
and move to the rhythm of the music.
We become
in this oven of a city
something else
something organic
something interconnected.

The light changes
and some keep the beat
crossing the street
but within instants
our moment has passed
like some laughing gas we’d inhaled
but then fully absorbed
leaving us to return
to some sort of normal.