lingering

Vast land entices, green meadows and wasted daydreams.
Yet water appeals, great lakes and flowing love.
Seeking refuge, an open space to let go and embrace,
Citizens of planet Earth flock to the riverside.
Chasing pigeons, mending broken hearts.
Long golden hair drifts in the air, sweet fragrance diffuse.
As the wind blows violently, squinted eyes gaze ahead.
Gazing into the endless ocean, with the tangerine sun hovering above it.
It was such a beautiful sight, disconcerting and addictive.
Some were looking curiously out into the silvery liquid.
Some walked past tornadoes of empty cups and plastic bags.
The blasting music surrounds and resonates within the premise.
Tapping feet, nodding heads and swaying hips of youngsters.
Amid the piercing laughter, lovers held on to each other.
They stood by the entrance of the foot tunnel, obliviously blocking the flow of traffic.
They sat on the wooden benches, ignoring ice cream stains and cigarette butts.
Airplanes created skid marks in the sky amongst torn white cotton candy.
Crossed legs and sloppy kisses exist ubiquitously by the pier.
The orange tint slowly fades and recedes.
A sense of happiness washes over people.
Then, they took off their aviators.

Time is being issued a speeding ticket.
Scapegoats are non-existent.
And sometimes, it’s lonely to be the captivated voyeur.