kidung hujan

crowded
the roar of the exhaust sound sparkly streets
there are way street
there were shopping
anyone looking for money
and the corner of the patio there is a little girl peering
with gulatan worm in his stomach
ragged with snot-faced glance from his nostrils
headless doll friends who dragged the dust on the outskirts
black hand holding an old woman
then
fall
without tears without a whimper
but still only see a set of children playing fireworks