apad 5

[bardiphouka]

There are noclouds in the sky
only the blue and the light
and the long grown shadows
cast by the sterile slabs
that are the walls of the
tall and barely alive buildings.

Limousines and powercars
rush from dark to dark in
hopes of control in the light
the sheen of desire the
ripples of hunger.

But there are also people,
the hungry, the lonely,
the loving, the crazy to ones
who can recognise each other
even in the dark where
they are wrapped in dark and light
like purring cats remembering immortality.