Another sunrise, another cheap beer chaser, staving off the rust.
The road stretches on, an endless gray strip, promises neon-lit and faded.

para Isa

Heart’s a cracked asphalt road, weeds pushing through the lines.
Your laughter, a dusty cassette, the tune barely there.
Plays in the background, static and skips, an unforgotten summer.

para Isa

Bus shelter reeks of stale cigarettes and despair.
Rain lashes down, a chorus of drumming on the metal roof.
Ad posters peel at the edges, dreams you can’t afford.

Haggard faces huddle, shadows in the dim light.
Each one a story scrawled on a crumpled paper cup.
Waiting for a bus that may never come, or a ride that takes them too far.

para Isa

Not flawless, a prism bent by life’s blows. Yet, the way she diffracts light, a fractured rainbow, holds a beauty all its own.