Sally Molini

ASIDE

O dramatic mood,

little manufactured glow,

waving dab of scarlet

in the urban drab,

you shrink the view

while problems seem

larger than they are --

helplessness is in the air

or is it habitual passivity?

Something to think about

as the last sparkle fades

from a sidewalk’s old

oil stain, like me,

weathering where it stands --