A scream; A
flow
Of onlookers
pours itself,
Like a tidal
current
Surging forwards;
Tugging
At the roots
of bystanders.
Waves with
lapping hands
Compel
others into the flood,
Condensing
individuals
Into a
crowd.
Clouds of sirens
Burst like thunderclaps.
And the watchers
Drizzle away
in a rain,
Of satisfied
curiosity.
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