The Reducing Number of Women

Stray cats

Walking,

Haunting the naked streets with

Their dark grey eyes.
It’s past midnight

And the street lamp –

Bright yellow –

Flickers.
The black bins,

Punctured,

Tumble in the alleys.
Half-bitten, 

Rotting apples,

Roll out in the shadows.
The stench of rotting garbage

Kisses the still, hot air

Of the night.
Women in glittery, golden dresses

Roam the street;

Car’s stop;

Car’s start;

The women reduce in number,

Only to arrive again.

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