The headlamps beaming forth from 
A steady flow of cars
Move like shiny yellow rivers
Down the center of the city

Slicing it into halves
And into quarters
Exponentially

Until the universe divides

Meeting up at corners;
Waving goodbye at crosswalks

As arbitrary people walk into
And out of
One another’s lives…

Dissolving into 
A perpetual current of bodies;
That
Like the cars;

Moves fluidly 
Across a cemented landscape

But different in that 
This particular stream of traffic

Stinks 
Of
Life