Tuesday, 21 April 2009

City

Litter chatters to no-one
as it slowly, stubbornly
crosses the street. It
throws itself at a window,
slumps to the ground
beneath soulless fashions.
It knocks at a door,
reads the boredom
that covers its surface,
receives no answer.
Shrill sirens, and the
litter takes sudden flight,
silent as a thief.

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