I step outside taking a deep breath of shimmering heat pollution exhaust fueld by hot air escaping from age old trees that cradle night the open door of morning slams a closing  the house calls a goodbye footsteps slap city asphalt as cross streets draw near  pushing past a maze of houses silent as graves the opening mouth of the bus reaches out cutting off pouring thought crouded flesh with mixed attitude swallow space with indifferent looks time ticks on uncaring