Gravel drags under a trash can being
Pulled out to the back alley
Sirens wail, weeping over a soul
Human or bumper
I’m not sure.

Drooling, the gutters above me
Pool together their spit
Distorted walkways become
Slip and slides
Obstacles of five hundred dollar
Pet litter.

Whoosh pishhh
Tires feel the pavement
Gripping at the red light
Releasing, still red.
Horns blaring.

Quiet.
It’s serene. Oh wait,
The bass is back. There is a party
next door.
Light night skies reflect
their strobe lights.

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