hope

under the block of flats,
i sit contemplating as the sun,
rises from behind the shadows,
of concrete.

a folded cigarette;
an elderly lady cut into the glaring light,
that plasters my face;
with the warmth of life.

pacing herself with each steping gait
walking on by initially,
oblivious to the trespassing
act she commited;
for trouble appears to be the load of her
conscience as she turned,
mustering a smile.

Of hope that is life that emanates ;
from within.