An empty street
lies
next
to a small
diner,
rectangular
and
straight.
The figure
behind
the counter
tightens his hand
around
a mug
of coffee,
and
watches
the wisps
waft
and disappear.
The sun
will soon
swing
back
above
the horizon;
‘round the panes
of glass
of which
light
spills from.
The
terrarium
on
an empty
street.