Summer morning came walking down
the October Avenue, nights soldiers-
shadows- retreated into dress shops,
hiding behind sexless, brutally naked
dummies with eyes of glass, impervious
to the endless struggle between light and
dark. From nowhere an army of, small
nut/brown faced, women appeared
and began sweeping up last evening’s
excesses telling dirty jokes, laughing
coarsely. Dust sprinkled sunlight before
settling on lampposts and windowsills.
Voices and cars made a noisy entrance,
shutters came down, cafes, shops and
banks opened and the morning drowned
in a clamour of human activity.