orange ribbon, lying on the floor.
my reflection in the window of some supermarket- it’s way too expensive for local standards, by the way
my own reflection, walking faster than me.
green light, blinking.
ashes glowing- growing cold- falling
in a puddle of dirty… dirt. grime.
beautiful stranger, walking past me.
plastic bag, flowing in the wind. with the wind?
remorse- long gone.
chewing on a stalk of Asian coriander
I walk by them all