someone
closing a bin-lid
in the uncommon
peace of evening.
someone
is walking a dog, bag
on their hand
to pick shit up.
a bird yells
at nothing in the river. at a light
a car has stopped.
on a corner
there is a trolley, its wheel
broken, and not
moving, like a photograph
of street decay
in a bad
artists portfolio.
Photo by Dale Nibbe on Unsplash