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Reflecting on a "street people". Part of a city series. |
Dusk: highrises cast long shadows as the sun slowly dissipates its light until one solid block of grey threatens Night Midnight: breeze teases relief: the steaming city street hisses its protest at people snaking to and from bars forgetting in the dark how quickly the blistering sun returns with blinding light 1:00 a.m.: Sirens wail last call as the stalwart or the foolish wend their way to anonymous addresses, clumsily turn keys in patient locks and fall forgettfully into dishevelled sleep. 4 a.m.: Barred from bars, Leo hugs the grungy facades of shops, opens a familiar door and curls into fetal sleep on the floor beneath a cash machine. |