Streetlights
Cheekbones
The dazzle of fairgrounds blaze
Unexpected trees
Indifferent towers.
And in the morning
The soft streets
drenched in shadow
and long golden sunlight;
Whores smoking their uncertain way home
Pale as sunlight
Their dark pimps
Still guarding, fierce, stubbled.
The second section needs some work; but this from two very short journeys down a shabby sidestreet near the old port, late July 2009.
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