Sun blanked out
and moon as well
the streetlights glow
as my substitute guides.
tapping dognails
slappping hole-dotted wingtips
swish of faraway ocean
clicking of periwinkle shells
in my cherry coloured pocket.
These and only these
interrupt the solemn nightclean air.
I pass by dormant windows,
sneaking guilty glances in their unshuttered
lives. As my stealthily quiet shadow
slides through the trees up on the pavement,
and the sleek seal-puppies wag their
tails in unconcious habit.
In and out of synthetic shadow. |