Catwalk In the Dark
I do not hear the sound of evening rumors
nor watch the smoky breath of patrons lore
the pavement hugs my feet and I let go
back to the dusk like a desolate cat ;
The river is a gent in motion to and fro
lifting off the veil the green eyes glow
No need to look behind ...I walk
with
the essence of soft shadows
right behind...
I do not hear the sound of evening rumors
nor watch the smoky breath of patrons lore
the pavement hugs my feet and I let go
its a catwalk in the dark, a desolate cat.
August 11, 2018
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