Is not the sun
shining on the corner
here? Do we not feel
the haze created
by the fire engines as they
extinguish the blaze
burning in the trashcan?
Perhaps not, but we
stand still at this
corner, waiting for
the light to change
red. Only then can we
walk. Maybe home?
You throw the rubbish
on the ground
and we walk away.
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