In the silence from the hum of the Engine.
Between, the Crickets of bikes and and Honks of buses.
This cart stood , there perfectly poised and styled.
Carelessly left by the side, in the corner.
There a moment where it was GOLD.
Not the kind that kings and queens beguile;
Or the kind that glitters in the light;
The kind that transforms you inside.
A bright light filled with warmth.