It stood there, beneath the amorphous space,
Cold to the moon appearing from the west,
A spotty bowl of doused fire
It stood there, unaware of the succinct effigy of another scorching fire
Beyond the window bars of its neighbour’s scullery
Beckoning the dusk
It stood there, unmoved by the fleeting incipient silence
Caused by the electric load shedding
It stood there; the silhouette of a young man
With his cell phone pressed to his ears.
Casually Classical 