stacks of refuse beside steel poles
bronze-legged girl walking close by
acid reflection within her green eyes
molten sun edged around thin white clouds
a smothering layer of heat upon her
her mind filled with dreams without dialogue
music shaped by melancholy concealed nearby
an expanse of fragility linked through the city
the sudden stir of tv voices as a door opens
light denied as dusty shutters descend into a void
the quick flare of food smells along the etched sidewalk
her stride unbroken as she slowly diminishes
another unemployed thursday afternoon upon the horizon