Urban sights of dazzling shades
are depicted on your face,
arched by a concrete smile
painted in ocher colors.
A peanut buttered pigeon attains Nirvana
and floats up to the sky before we step on it,
while a drunken shadow tracks down
the last remnants of its decency.
An engine breaks down
the train of our quiet thoughts,
and your fugitive feelings
are startled to a halt.
I harden the pavement of my feet
which touch the curb of your legs
and breathe in your stray cars
poising a kiss on your empty street.
