A Modern Silhouette

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.

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