Steady this beautiful.

A short writing from the other day:

A man sits in a car
with a single tear
and fluttering eyelashes
I steadied them across the lanes
wondered at the name
of the friend he'd lost
how he'd held his hands
as their last words were read.

The location was such a dreadfully beautiful thing.

Beautiful-as the sunset clings
like a slip to its form
the eye of bare boned emotion
within this swirling city

Dreadful-
as the miles of idling cars
nothing more than a stage
shadowy moving images
set to a score of these
roadside beggars.