Smoke curls along the alley,
and in the shifting haze
a mural dragon stares down,
its scales chipped,
yet the gaze still remains—
a watcher above the street.
A café door swings open,
voices spill into the night,
debating ethics over bitter coffee,
their words rising,
then breaking apart
like ash in the wind.
Inquiry drifts through the scene:
a figure pauses,
studying the cracks in the pavement,
the way shadows lean
toward the lamplight,
as if the city itself
were asking a question
that no one answers.
The walker keeps moving,
not hurried, not stalled,
but marked by the silence
that lingers behind each step.








Powerfully penned, Kesner. Killer imagery and an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks, Damian. Good to hear from you, here. Cheers.
Hi there. Love the atmosphere & description on this write. Marvelous!
Thanks, voi. Good to hear that. Very, very much appreciated 🕊️🙏