The sun crept over the buildings scared it might be seen.
shadows retreated slowly, stubbornly.
Light and dark battle again like yesterday.
Neither moves quicker than the other. The shadows
retreat uncovered the shape on the bench.
The rubble was once a city building -
the shape on the bench doesn't care . Nothing has changed
for the shape.
Still no food.
Still no home.
Dreams of explosions and people running, crying , screaming.