Night Walk
Up steps wandering figures disappear
In, out, in, to pine dark shadows,
Out to dim lit orange flux of
Light roaming the pavements at dark.
The feet tapering over them beating out
To the darkness, flurry of heart beats
Footsteps and look behind, the gaping face
On the corner, is left behind in the wake.
Beneath the lamp post where he stood,
With a grimace etched deep and a groan for
a pretty lithe thing, with only a gesture
and an image imprinted on the mind
of a face incomplete.
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