Silver Lining

Listen. The directionless monoxide retch of engines – quarreling in sick arteries has quieted.

Listen as animals call from traffic islands, twitchels and premium wasteland – unsure of the silence but testing – brush tails quivering at the opportunity to reclaim their stolen nightlands.

Listen as the air thins and echoes sound in the urban uncertain – leaves rattling, soundtracking the street with the louche cadence of a diffident guiro.

Listen. You can hear the buildings breathing.