One cloudless noon,
I was walking
along an alien alley;
Behind a lamp post
embraced by creepers,
I saw a pair of swollen
eyes gawking at me.
A boy.
I stopped. The sun revealed
his face –innocent and muddy,
with eyes as bright as the yolk of an egg.
My heart crumpled.
My insides growled with grief.
The lamp post, the swollen eyes,
the beam of sunshine that revealed his face—
Like a falling leaf, I was swallowed by
desolation.
2013
