The last tendrils of sunlight
leak through tree and building
to rest lazy on grass and garden.

I perch myself uncomfortably
'twixt ground and crook
of a wise, anonymous tree.

Around me the desperate survivors
of an unremarkable day,
clinging to the hope that time will stop.

Couples of indeterminate gender
wrestle unashamedly,
forcing the world to share their love

And tourists snap happy
with joyful abandon,
capturing their moments of delight.

But time has not halted,
the buildings and trees
have now taken away the sun

And in the demi-light
new people arrive
bringing with them new motives.

The survivors of the day
now retired, and in their place
those for whom it merely begins.