Metro
Metro by Alvin Cipriano on Sunday, April 17, 2011 at 12:27pm the buttering sun shines in the glass and steel Metropolis. A worn out spirit trudges along the hot pavement; His tattered dress flutters in the air His chest moves heavely up and down Brakish sweat pours out on his crinky forehead Bony fingers grip a rusty sardines can- tighly like a hawk on its prey. Few coins tinkle as he walks barefoot along the insensitive stones. Gloomy houses lined the street...