Sauntering steps on the slippery street
Along the streaks of ebony concrete
Cold feet

I crunch my sneakers on the sandy surface
Of the road, moist with dirt and soil I trace
My face

Behind the scenes of every shop awoke
A foul breath of soot and smoke
I choke

I hear the hustle of the markets ahead
The dog across the street it sped -
A wreck

I'll stay in the alley, most quiet place
To bask in the tranquility of this space
Embrace