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In the dead of night

Moving and going Up and down the city streets Entering in Exiting out of Cafes Clicketing clicks On all those high heeled feet Gleaming sundown atop high rise towers In this crowded town Just about sunset now Keys jingle Doors slamming shut With distant chatter, banter Followed by bouts of eclectic laughter Echoes through the air Blues, Greens, Red skirts and blouses of all colors Blonde, Burgundy, Black Silky Long hair Flowing around passing by with a scent of living flower Twitching with a toe and knock, toe then knock, knock Everywhere Sun is gone to sleep Barely a sound in the city Except for a single soul in an alley scrounging around Darkness sets in when traffic lights blink into a numbing trance That is when I saw in the distance A sort of peripheral view Cube shaped light and glow Then a shadowy shaped figure under Or maybe in the same glare Shaped like a female As I draw closer from afar The square glimmer is now a phone booth Enclosed and blurred music of a passing car Blinds me with bright headlights Focusing on the image of her silhouette In my mind Blinking my eyes Trying to see her yonder there To no avail, I lost the image Or was I fabricated aloof I will go to that exact spot in the "mourning" Just to make sure I get proof

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Date: 12/5/2017 11:50:00 AM
This is so full of imagery it is utterly amazing and a must read thru twice write. It felt as if I was there. (maybe I was). *wink wink.
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