Sit on that bench
audience to the shore
and across the bay
gaze at down town
Behind the building lights
and walking on the cement
waiting at red lights
texting
chatting among friends
whom all have something
to do
sit and watch
the city move
to a rhythm
outside
of you
What's new?
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I would like to translate this poem
Nothing new if you go in deep. repetitions are there in different forms and sizes. Good poem thanks.