Ode to Time Lost in The City Without Butterflies
the irony in longing for streetlights on a bridge that dives
into a void & unending traffic lines, spiraling,
like red snakes on google maps, chasing their tails in futility.
angry commuters negotiate curses beneath their breaths &
urgency between their teeth, chewing absentmindedly.
the mantra, alaye jor jor jor
filters from unhinged doors of buses awash with yesterday’s color,
a splash of yellow with speckles of rust & grease....