Unmoored, drifting— a face blurs
against window reflections, is it mine?
A stranger’s? No matter.
Streetlights flicker in shallow pools,
mirror-puddles swallowing neon, while a palm tree bends—
wind pressing, steel humming quiet.
Petals scatter, soft confetti
caught between tram rails, dissolving—
......
Unmoored, drifting— a face blurs
against window reflections, is it mine?
A stranger’s? No matter.
Streetlights flicker in shallow pools,
mirror-puddles swallowing neon, while a palm tree bends—
wind pressing, steel humming quiet.
Petals scatter, soft confetti
caught between tram rails, dissolving—
......