Something for my class : (props to adrian for advice)
The watchful wall of academia
Surveying the cultural node
Peripatetics in public going and coming
From underground spokes reaching for its artful hub

Cars rushing by,
Random voices passing by
A splash of water from a passing wheel
An overhead sky of teal

The sound of soon-to- be- heard voices
The fading of noise and the crescendoing music of reunion
The melting of starkness and the growing of activity
The world around is now becoming virtuosic

A flurry of activity
A fury of fingers across a stage
A pulsing of applause resonates in the air

Laughter masks the noise of passing cars
Music drowns the noise of the buses now far
A shout of approval fades in the distance

Now dissolving into a memory
That hibernates once again
The street returns to its purpose …

Silent with only the sounds of the passerby
Perhaps humming the echo of a memory
What once stood in front of this bronzed face
A face that once led a confident nation.