It lies shimmering on the pavement
like a drop of molten lead.
Pedestrians
blind like bats in the sunshine
flit past.
An urchin
rummaging for cigarette stubs
scoops it up,
and rushes to a Greek café -
bread for life?
sweet for joy? -
a chocolate slab
of Happiness
to be swallowed in a gulp
into an empty tummy,
and come out as sweet nothingness
in an alley toilet.
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