A familiar stranger.

Through the rain
raging in a battered bus
rattling blue.

In my mind
I drove past wailing mosques
and squalid slums
empty streets
and flyovers
that curled like smoke.

Orange lights green.

The silence spills over ,
The city like a moody lion,
snarls and roars in neon incandescence.

The flyover rises
in my turn,
monolith-spinningspinningspinning

the corner
of my eye
meets the silence
of a figure standing
in the red dream mud.

My eyes opened reluctance.