Riding on waves,
amidst sparkling waters,
seeing thru the railings
was a lone soul.
Under the bridge,
by the sidwalk
seated on a bench-
'twas me, musing on the whole
No moon, just the clouds;
concrete hills on the side
halogen shining
high up on the pole.
Sudden shouts, party songs,
a happy boat whizzes by,
with a soulful melody in the heart-
the lone soul walks by.
