Arrival to the Favela
By the time Tariq agreed to help,
the day’s dusk had cloaked the skies in sheets of indigo.
He knew he would not say no, for Tariq couldn’t recall a time when he had refused any request made of him.
With only little sunlight left in the slum before them,
Tariq told Abia to look for slated metal iron, broken bricks and melted plastic, sunken in the dirt.
Until all light vanished from above,
they unraveled seconds in their thousands, salvaging and sharing stories.
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