Business
With dwindling claws of sun
scraping at the city`s roots,
how you stare without expression
across the depth of an empty street,
with your identity neatly folded,
has the common touch of tragedy.
Desire gnaws; a twisted love
which has no existence
other than this moment.
A car shudders briefly
to a climax.
As caught in a sudden halo
of dying sun,
your upturned face flares
a pale goodbye.
I close the curtains, lift the phone.
