Around me
the crowd shimmers
beneath a fiery
city sun

my scalp too
is warmed
as I wander
the streets
alone, alone, alone.

The still park
trees offer
healing shade

between two trunks
I rest
I think
I am
alone, alone, alone.

There is movement
in the distance
the pond
stirs

I draw near
a girl
feeding ducks

she hands me
crumbs

we throw them
at pecking beaks
together
alone, alone, alone.