I.
At
the peak of
the season,
just when the
sun has
decided
to give
his utmost
gleam,
A single file
of
steps,
humble
steps,
marching
steps,
nonchalantly
moves.
Nonchalantly.
A left over
a right - a right
over a left -
clockwork-esque.
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze
with heads
facing down,
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze.

II.
Each holds
a box of wilted
petunias, heavy,
shriveled, wilted
petunias, for every
one to keep, for
every step
they took.
some
would only
possess
a handful
on their little,
wooden
boxes.
Others,
none at all.
not a single one.
none
at all.

III.
The day
finally sets,
and so do I
                      
A black mastiff leisurely
        takes his nap

- and gradually, I fall.
                     
  Cold drops of water
  rhythmically descends
  from the kitchen faucet

- and gradually, I fall.
                     
   A hopscotch game,
    a child then jumps

- and gradually, I fall.
                   
      The city streets,
busy with people going
           to and fro

- and gradually, I fall.
                
          A ship sails
  into the vast blue sea

- and gradually, I fall.
                
    Stars glimmering,
            dancing,
    in the cold dark sky

- and gradually, I fall.
               
                    
- and gradually, I fall.