dark glitter

on saturday night
amidst the glitter of bugis junction
amidst the bright lights of the library
amidst the dark gloom of middle road
stands a woman
asking passer-bys for money
she is hungry

we pass by
she stop us
she ask us
we walked on
unsure

some distance on
we stop
ponder
she could really be hungry
she could really be in need
we went back
gave her some money

moon above, dark
shines no longer
on our streets