Lovely women
clad in animal skin
strut the streets
with phony smiles
and painted faces.
Clever men with
crooked schemes
play games, perform
magic tricks.
They vanish
as their prey
rummage through
empty purses.
Sleek rides
strike
in intense speed.
Red, green and amber
do not mean
the same thing: ‘Go!’
But she can’t tell.
She moves ahead,
never knowing what hit her.
Azer Parrocha
