The orange-tinted clouds are eating away at the sky
& everywhere everything glitters with such intensity
like the final dance of a bejeweled dragonfly,
illuminating aerials and patches of accumulated
dirt, on buildings previously white.
(These shophouses came before us;
they were here first.)
The sidewalks droop with people's heads held heavy,
going home, disappearing, sinking into sunset.
Reluctant dust motes cajoled into a dance turn from pink to purple –
I've stayed for far too long.