Runways of Runaways

by Zhenya Yevtushenko

Smoke unfurls under a light,

midnight Cowboys and Cowgirls stalk steady

half-dressed streets, runways of runaways.

They are unfinished manuscripts scattered

around work desks of desperation.

Discarded humans are here

consumed at the pleasure of others.

What happens when

you are under a light,

would you

unfurl too?