As fragments
of disarmed Rubik's cubes,
They wait on the sidewalk of a local Mc Donald's
that the anxiety of others
get them back in motion.
The lights skid like the soles
in the shiny rectangles
from the pedestrian path.
With two jackets on top,
the delivery girl takes advantage of the red
of the traffic light on the bike path
to talk to him on the phone.
When she step by the side of her she says
that after this request she arrives.
For an instant I feel
some sorrow,
until I realize
that someone is waiting for her
Sunday night