See beneath this awning, streetway.
Spattering rain comes upon it.
Such darkened dreams filter by,
Oh, these gloomy sights and sounds.
Pavement rubbish remains, crumpled and decrepit,
I see drab colours, from this dim doorway.
Grey sky perturbed by rain clouds,
Reflected in the faces, of passers by.
See beneath this awning, streetway,
Cold winds vent upon, victims of the day.
©Sudha Hamilton
