Light had a way of finding him.
The tree shadows from the glow of
The lamp on the other side of the street,
The oversleeping sun laying rectangular
Bloated lines on his back.
Eyes reflecting the image of a girl
Gently tucked in beneath
A room full of sleep.
The red shirt formed patterns of
Comfort on the floor beside the bed.
Three petals of bougainvillea
Twelve hours hence, noticed
The change of humming
Daily routine. Tic-tac-toe