Karachi at Dusk

Disembodied grey cloud,

dispersed through parts of day,

transporting the city

in particles

carbon, dead fish, burnt trash.

Golden hour, arrive,

turn repulsions of the afternoon

into a hold-

pinks, purples, oranges, crimson,

hanging in accidental white, stark-

touching deliberately but nonviolently, everywhere.

Evening,

deliver convulsions

into an embrace from six o clock,

in November.