It is a soup outside the window.
Blue soup with chunks of concrete houses,
and peppered men & women
In that mix,
they are there
swimming with the others
as she stirs the soup by looking at it,
Is the soup worth the price?
It costed around one complete family
seven more days and a thousand moments.
She skips the soup
closing the window –
stop looking at the soup,
Apathy has always been a jetsetter.