3 August 2019 – So here I am, deep downtown and just flowing down the street. Flowing, not bouncing — my body, like my mind, still caught in a post-concert trance of Mozart rhythms.
And then, I stop.
Not so much for this amber hand, as for the basilisk stare behind it …
the defining feature of Traffic Bear.
(I would honour him with his proper indigenous name, but unfortunately these photo-wrapped signal boxes don’t always identify the artist or composition.)
And I walk on, I flow on, over one street, down two …
and I stop again.
My back to the law courts, my face up-tilted,
to watch real clouds drift past, checking out the art-clouds on the building below.
Perpetua
/ 3 August 2019I did stop for this buck but some pedestrians crossing the street their eyes on iPhone😳
icelandpenny
/ 6 August 2019oh, giggle! and thank you for not teasing me about calling that buck a bear… I knew that was wrong as soon as I pressed ‘publish’ – I’ll now think of him as Traffic Wapiti, I’ve always liked that word…
Perpetua
/ 6 August 2019Minor detail: it could be a bear with long ears 😋
icelandpenny
/ 6 August 2019nope – I am now seriously committed to Traffic Wapiti…
bluebrightly
/ 6 August 2019Being in the flow sounds good! 🙂