| Dew-wet soles leave hazy echoes resonating on potholed tarmac, legacies of dawn's polish feigning lustre on peeling benches. Church bells briefly immortalise a milestone in time chiming a solemn obituary, grieving aloud for all to hear. Passing under protective limbs strangers collide without touching, as personal spaces merge on a path too narrow for comfort. Vestiges of delicate perfumery dissipate in the morning air with the rhythmic departure of designer Italian heels. She leaves scented footprints In the shifting sand of his mind, someday he vows, he will smile catch her eye and say hello |