DS Maolalai

Night-time: the quays – a light rain

night-time: the quays – a light rain.
just enough to make roads
and the pavement catch traffic 
light colour: smearing all over
with an appleish red, sometimes 
an appleish green. traffic runs 
quietly – tonight's sunday night. 
cars come alone to the corner 
and pause, like bullets in the breach 
of a rifle. over the bridge
there's a line for the offo. people chat
and kids hang about hopefully, 
offering passers-by handfuls 
of cash like they're handing out apples. 
the moon's there. some evenings
are perfect. I tell that to god; he agrees.