Graffiti Hearts When yellow rain hurries these paired bodies to the dry Slips beneath a bridge Not

known by morning light A herd of breathless shopping carts Slumbers in this watery grave A testament to those that could not slake the ever crave Refugees crouched begin to creep The scene awash with their electrical lights Awakening love poems in purring blue-glow whites Together they turn with spray can in hand Graffiti the heart. To starch this visage of concrete A branding to prelude why two souls part.