Rag-poor to haute-rich, a diverse populace
Tramples through my space.
The essence of untold stories, lived
Or imagined, trails behind them
Like sweet perfume for my hungry nose.
Glaring reflections off passing cars,
Strobe my eyes with kaleidoscopic colors.
A thousand voices braid white streams of chant.
I am transported to a new consciousness.
Taste buds explode across my body, anxious
To devour the juicy morsels surrounding me.
I am a starving artist sitting in the seat
Of honor at a banquet of inspiration.
