Walking In the Dark
It’s magic walking in the dark,
The sidewalks empty, shadows stark
And dogs have not begun to bark;
There’s promise in the air.
The birds are waking in the park,
Each chirp a beak-to-beak remark
And on the river, tugboats hark,
En route to who-knows-where.
When daylight breaks I disembark
From reveries the pre-dawns spark
As I confront the question mark
Of how the day will fare.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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