Webs of smoke hung mid air
leaving the building-tops unfocused and seeming to go up forever
undeterred they swarmed clicking the wet asphalt creating an atmosphere of noise.
no one in sight, an empty model of a city, unused.
occupying towers of concrete and steel, where they learn life is precious.
the real world tries to make contact, like a
flower peeping out of a crack in the pavement
only to be stepped on and put back in it’s place.