Waited and waited for someone to pass by, but I had a meeting to get to and couldn’t be late. But you can’t pass up a busted mirror in a dingy alleyway, right?
Down the canyons and corridors I go.
The Pillar of Light.
Images of broken light, which
dance before me like a million eyes.
Fixer-upper. Been sitting on prime land for years.
Blue spots projected on the pavement.
Have, have not.
The light tunnel.