A black car slips away unseen up a street of yellow lines,
abandoning uncertainty long enough to leave. A boy stands
in the road contemplating something hot, wrapped in brown paper.
Awkward, obvious, the first beard of a man. Youth gathers to
kill time, smoking cigarettes curb-side, languishes in chairs
outside the kebab shop. Smells of fry-ups, fast coffees,
fragile cool, sneers, nothing.