there’s a gloss to these streets

bits of toss away debris

a cast off blue sweatshirt

wet and heavy from last night’s rain

so many windows on wheels

strangers passing going somewhere

walking thoughts may wander

eye on pavement eye on clouds in a grey sky

every journey is an add-to collection

see the tragedy of humanity see the joy

a yellow rose bloom in winter

tree limbs shaped like a giant waving bear

a tiny smiling elephant dancing

despite dirt and black mould

licking their way along the concrete wall

so close below🪶