loitering by, cameras and straws.

never have I seen
a roll of film
so shiny
as caps
on coffee bottles
that would be fought over
if only we shared
a better map.

you shake your umbrella
while I nap wet
and tired
from hearing
their lives disappearing
at the bottom
of wish-lists
this muggy eve.

staring ahead, stoplights gone.

Cat No. 41 of the 500 Cats Project