The end of a long summer day,
my weary body slumping on the
unpleasantly warm concrete
and the sun begins to set on the
distant noise of the roads,
blue, yellow, orange then a deep ink.
A small bubble of peace before the
chatter of people drowns it all—
and the heart brims with memories
like the sunlight split into a
million glittering drops of golden water.
Another tired sunset.
My city shakes herself slowly—
her dust settles down
under the weight of the violet
and the street lamps are surrounded by gray halos.