The orange-tinted clouds are eating away at the sky
& everywhere everything glitters with such intensity

like the final dance of a bejeweled dragonfly,
illuminating aerials and patches of accumulated

dirt, on buildings previously white.
(These shophouses came before us;

they were here first.)
The sidewalks droop with people's heads held heavy,

going home, disappearing, sinking into sunset.
Reluctant dust motes cajoled into a dance turn from pink to purple –

I've stayed for far too long.