Wednesday, July 18, 2012


An occupied man walks
Across an empty street
The wind blows leaves
Like locusts rattling their
Wings not in approval
More an unconscious
Manifestation of the
Season the man takes
No notice the wind never
Blew any luck his way
Nor fortune of any kind
A dog barks & nothing
Changes upon reaching
The other side the man
Sneezes reaches into
His pocket for a hand
Kerchief & wipes his
Nose he resumes his
Walk along a deserted
Stretch of sidewalk
Seeming oblivious to
The darkest shadows
Marring his solitude
Like clouds across
The moon fleeting &
Yet somehow inciting
His guilty conscious
To hurry anxious to
Reach its finality


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