Sandlewood smoldering in candlestand.

Sophia brushed her teeth,

washed yesterday out of her hair,

Another Sunday she rushed to the bus stop.

A little girl crossing the road with Hershey’s ice-cream cone melting down till her elbows and dripping.

Sophia took the bus to her work.

Remembering how she used to play in the park, sand-filled her shoes.

When the moon chased her, she couldn’t tie her shoelaces.

Skyscrapers melted down bending to her faded childhood.

Sophia saw an innocent, naive, carefree girl crossing the road.

Just like her.

Sophia wished she could turn back the clock

and skip today’s laundry

Just go and enjoy Hershey’s ice-cream.