And the cars hug the bollards
Madly in love the red and the black
The steam rising like spirits
Seemingly no one was hurt
The passersby kissing cigarettes
Watching TVs in windows
Watching their reflections
Watch TVs in windows
Gases rising, liquids falling
Exchanging gobs of spit
With the paving dust
An alleyway wheezes
The breeze takes up
The hairs on a blonde’s head
She closes her eyes to the sun
Looks like a deep sea one
