The sunset criminal

 furtive afternoon blue

The sun bhind clouds but the sky exposed

searching for an address

Long street that continued over everything

no matter what

furtive glances into each house
The lost the found the occupied
Cars that pull up to the stop sign

The time disappearing into the sky

The sun has given up for the day

wandering off behind the mountains

what was popular in their minds

They opened the gates and speculated

I the stranger in teh reception of furtive glances
These are the ones that tickle and test the eye contact
some look away and others are ruled over by curiosity

The sun's last attempt now making a play through the window

Moving away and congratulating the onset of clouds 

like a politician does the police after a riot

Empty street so edible to my eyes

so colorful I want crime