A Regular Day

The city is beautiful at twilight on a day when a rainbow hangs in the sky like a frame and old men walk with serrated movements along the crisp edge of the future. After braking to avoid an accident the bus-driver shrugs his shoulders in a performance for an empty audience flashing past in an instant, like the girl next door undressing behind her blinds, leaving behind three drag-queens with wasted smiles dancing in the café across the street, customers laughing behind newspapers, sun slowly leaving finally the sky like this is a regular day.