Vivid

VIVID

Gymnasts crawl across the opera house ,

Sails billow in the seeming wind as

Pixilated patterns swirl.

Always iconic the harbor  even more alive

As rainbow colours and metropolis men

March across the face of the museum

And lights flash and dance across the Rocks.

Cars and planes navigate the sharp corners of

The Customs house as the facade rises and falls in ever changing hue

Dark ripples from the harbor, illuminated by the ubiquitous ferries,

the perfect backdrop framed, as always, by the bridge

And from the throng

Exudes a contented, exuberant joy.

It  is

Simply

Vivid.