slow children playing

brakes screech
running stop
the stink of diesel
airplane overhead
dull lines across grey skies
birds fly by
a little lower
her filthy window
brings two fingers to the bridge
of her nose
head down
she has a headache
and is just beside herself
mind and spirit
one
but not the same
children playing
one of them screaming
ball bouncing
between parked cars
into the street
does the mother know
freedom
will only bring them down
or is it preoccupation
endless choices
endless demands
all of the problems
really not problems
in any sense of real
she would tell the mother
where there are bouncing balls
in streets
the child is sure to follow
even she knows that much
but this is her last cigarette
she just started it
she wants to finish it
in her peace
she just needs to finish
for once
what she started
tell her cats
she finally did it
and besides
that mother is a whore
her idiot child
a bastard