An empty beer can rattles past my feet
And the half forgotten frivolities of a blurry Friday
Relive in aluminium tinkles.
Ambulances cry out, wailing
For bygone tragedies and future mistakes.
But we must keep walking
Away from ‘Get Well’ petals.
Trudging under my footsteps, the ashen pavement edges by
Like rainwater, stalling down dirty window panes.
The frail brown wrappings of a fly-away summer
Cling to stark railings,
While a canny wind whips hair across my shame
To purge my sins.