the dusky, orangey, sun splashed feel of evening,
a rowdy, bustling, bursting
when the cars are many and thick,
streets traffic jammed, the cars
sandwiched, packed between the
jostling, joisting, pushing pulling crowds.
Sweet confusion sour.
tired faces, a long day’s work worn
a longer, stress filled packed journey expectant
homewards, outwards, out of town
to the leafy, dusty, peopled suburbs that we call home.
©GayUganda 10 August 2009