Springtime at the Urban watering Hole

Springtime at the Urban watering Hole

A cacophony of voices

Noises

Pierce the air

In a kaleidoscope of sound

One voice pops up over the others in shrill orange shaped triangles

Then tinkles down like confetti to the cement below

Another voice bursts from the crowd

blooming outward in loud, red velvet petals

A very excited hot pink iridescent voice bubbles with too much hope, breathlessly hovering over a smiling first date’s head

Where it pops pricked by disappointment

Girl, surveys the terrain through the lens of her chartreuse drink

Beneath it all is a violet hum of low riding vibration throttling up from the street

motorbike car

motorbike car

And overhead, a biplane grips at the sky pulling gray shards of noise through my thoughts

I don't like the Urban watering hole with these sensory overload colors cacophonous and fleeting

constant and disconnected

Jarring

Exhausting

Excessive ear candies of colored noise

Making the stomach queasy

and the eyelids so heavy trying to shut it out

Looking inward

for the swath of crystalline light angling languidly through pines;

for the soothing green call of cicadas and frogs;

Or even

The lowly brown heat of tall summer grass baking under shimmering gold sun.