A cigarette end lies there.
Sun up, sun down. Moon up, moon down.
I walked past this morning. Still there.
Sun up, sun down. Moon up, moon down.
It rained last night.
A little wet ash bleeds onto the street.
Sun up, sun down. Moon up, moon down.
I pass it every day. A little speck and its shadow.
Nothing ever changes. No one ever notices.
Why do I care? It’s just a little speck and its shadow.

Rest in peace.