
A different time—
echoes of a life gone by,
etched in street murals.

A different time—
echoes of a life gone by,
etched in street murals.

Expecting payment
for his work as guardian—
dog awaiting bones.

As daylight departs
glowing sunset approaches
with all guns blazing,

Face-off with the sun
in the middle of nowhere,
one tree stands its ground.

Outlining mine eyes,
wiping away streaming tears:
chilli-chopped fingers.