Dream(?)
the wet
city street glistens
as a brilliant moon ascends
beyond the horizon
in the changing moonlight
shadows
delight in deceiving my eyes--
now here, now there, now
gone
footsteps
echo
in the otherwise silent
darkness
calling out to anyone
who
will hear (?)
I turn
quickly
to find they are my own
relieved, I turn a corner
only
to be confronted by a merciless wind
which
beats against my face
cold and
wet, back to the wind,
I pull up my coat around me
and search for shelter from the impending storm
I am drawn by a soft glow in the
distance
which
seems to emanate
from beneath the street
the
inviting light woos me nearer
I approach, descend a
stairway
into the
early hours
here I am comforted by the warmth
of
fire and friend
(one warms the body, the other the
soul)
*****
awakened
by an unrelenting alarm clock,
I stumble out of bed
puzzled by the stale smell of cigarette smoke
which clings to my damp coat
as it hangs upon the bedpost
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