The Sun Sets On a Squalor of Daylight

Sunset in the backstreets. Coal and brick dust catches small glimmers and sparks. A cobbled together backyard grows yet shorter shadows a boy in kaki cloth plays with a beat-up red plastic fire truck. Mother at the sink her hands always scrubbing a red raw living. The boy looks up to where a brief sunset fades into the pale side of dark. At a kitchen window a mother rests her forehead on its dirty pane, sighs as the very worst part of town drags itself deeper once more.