A throng there surged, in restless tide,
Feet like thunder on stone did bide;
The murmur rose with iron will,
Each soul adrift, yet never still.
A dame in garb of sport and stride,
With fuller womb and gleaming pride,
Did lift her hand and greet the air,
A grin she bore—so bold, so fair.
A youth stood firm on pathway wide,
His gaze to glass he did confide,
A world within his palm he found,
While round him spun the earthly sound.
And the folk in scattered view,
Their eyes in compass wild and true—
To east, to west, to low and high,
Their thoughts like birds across the sky.
Sony A7RV
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
