Man Taking Money
Outside a club
Just past the music
And swaying bodies
They stand together
Isolated in a corner
He towering over her
Hands clenched
Theirs is an intense conversation
Of muted voices
She stands
Arms folded over her chest
Looking toward the ground
Relenting
She opens her purse
Passersby see nothing wrong
And continue walking
Overhead neon lights
Distorted from the rain soaked streets
Throw glimmer
On another street scene.
A few steps away
Cradled in the
Bosom of night
A restless city yawns
And goes to sleep.
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