clouds pelt down
grey pebbles
upon command
they burst
clinking against
metal and concrete

old man on the bus
faceless nameless
carefully places
his crinkled
tim hortons paper bag
into a see-through ziploc one

muddy fingers ring the bell
zip up rubber rain jacket
faded black to grey
steps out into the rain

my two dailies
shiny silver coffee mug

my polished black fingernails
sleek pea coat

my sick disbelief
softheartedness
fit for a massacre