Each footstep is automated
moving without thought,
as silhouettes wander around town
pacing on asphalt.
squinting through glass,
breathing desire
as memories of faces seen seconds ago are lost.
passed on to another
for another to pass,
to circle the same streets
and return to their place of birth
for a night time funeral
where the wind will play a song
accompanied by blowing litter
and a wandering tramp
as memories of today are laid to rest.....