Boys in the bushes

We see the houses of the rich
We see the famous orange bridge
We see the many distant hills
She picks tiny purple flowers
Boys watch intently from a distance.

What a wonderful view!
You can see everything!

Tourists are always looking up
Never watching where they step
Snapshots capturing the wrong things
Missing the forest for the trees.

Boys in the bushes.

Down on the hillside
Close to the green
Flashes of heaven
Sensed but not seen.

Watching the city turn
We'll be gone in a day
Acting like strangers
Losing our way.