light

blurred street lamps
however unholy
race past the window
she gazes out

cries of the spanish babies
unheard
impossible to ignore
the drunken men
they liked her
a couple more
here's to the birthday girl
makes her feel alive

and

the lights
she wonders
where they go
what they do
in windows
not her own

blurred street lamps
whatever acts
however unholy
they cast light upon
makes her feel alive