Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Night Walk

Safety with a black dog who walks me
The wind whips my hair and rocks my thoughts
With an unusual chill for this tropical place

And it is dark
Lamplights buzz and glow yellow
With their rainbows and glimmer in the corners of my eyes

I often watch my shadow
Or glance quickly,
Sheepishly
Into back lit windows

I imagine it's a movie of old America:
Tan fur carpets, beer bottles and faux wood paneling.

And the 'claps' of my sneakers on the pavement

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