toward the next tipping point
boots in the distance pounding the street
sounding off in perfect rhythm
like a faraway train
legs run in many directions
escaping lawless neighborhoods
arms signaling to the sky
screaming at nobody in particular
just calling out to be heard
airwaves are crowded with inaudible
communications
delivered in technological languages
subjected to interception and
precision translation
there is nothing secret going on
throughout the greatest cities
where multitudes
of the most ordinary
amass in breathless harmony
february two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This is really good! Great job
Thank you so much, Kaitlynn.
Weekend plăcut, dragi prieteni!- A lovely weekend, dear friends!
Cheers my friend!
Dark and dreary….. just like life can be in a large city… or maybe will be.
and hopefully peaceful!