shadows cover,
partially, somewhat
but no completely,
every corner of
the street.
every corner of
the soft dying
buildings.
however, it's late.
late in the afternoon.
orange sky filling
feelings.

after all, day's coming to an
end.

deep shadows cover
the parade:
tumult of people observing,
walking,
coming to an
end.
life.
routines dripping down
her thighs.
like a minor chord.
poetry of the suburbs,
universe, verse to verse:
concrete, smoke, some beers,
cigars, history, wine,
news.
life.

shadows cover,
almost totally
but not completely,
the crying eyes
of this wrecked,
self-sustaining,
senseless city.