A Homeless Woman Sits In An Alley Writing

 
These words I write late at night. These words I write without fright. Siren’s, flashing lights fly past. A couple a few apartments above argue. The pavement’s cold. The temperature’s warm. Nightclubs just closed. Plenty of clubgoers walking the streets, socializing, joking, laughing, as they make their way home. City buses are frequent. Neon signs light up the end of the alley. The moon’s bright. Stars are vast. The alley’s dark, distant. Water drips from an air conditioner in a windowsill above. The buildings are brick, vintage looking. Graffiti’s sprayed on their walls. “Drink, Laugh, Flirt, Kiss”. The silhouette of a mouse scurries into a drain pipe. The couple above stopped arguing. The streets grew quite. My eyes grew tired. With a duffel bag as a pillow, I lay my head down to sleep.
 

  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net