Downcast Eyes

by David Andrés Alíx

I have no time

For downcast eyes

Which wait

For the change

Of the

Red traffic light


As the downcast

Eyes of former friends


Neither the heart

Nor the mind

As I pass by


That is the price


I called a fellow arsonist to douse the dry fence, instead of the waterproofed red-donned fighters.

The yellow grass turned to black and spread, finally kissing the vinyl side while we were napping. Meantime, whipped into the shrubs was an unsecured butane lighter.