Tomorrow never comes.

In the sulking dusk
weathered men clap dominoes
on a bridge overlooking
the restless urban expressway.

Cars swim away from under them,
schools of metallic fish chasing a dim horizon,
a shower of nickles spinning into a well;
wishes like temporary insanity.

Old buildings hulking around us hum inaudible
tones of serenity, Each solitary universe nestled
in its patch of faded dreams, rumpled laundry,
discarded eras and their honest shambles.

We all, so distant in our proximity,
forget as we breathe and breathe as we forget.