From the third story balcony,
the walkers below the power lines
appear like tightrope walkers.
No geese ever honked like these rickshaws.
A street the color of spilled candy,
marbled colors rearrange themselves
while keeping to the left
around the hairpin turn
or while passing a slower means of transport.
A vegetable cart offers a colorful palette.
Even the veins of the daikon radish
show purple. For now, a scent
of roasted peanuts permeates the street
while the gurgle of a pigeon
rises above the ringing
of the bicycle’s mechanical bell.