And I,
one more light dancing on the horizon
marking the spot where hope,
and dreams,
fall over the edge
and beyond the field of view.
I lay sprawled across the pavement,
remains of a night
I’d rather forget, rear view
layers of snow buffering me from the cold.
Daybreak, nightfall, daybreak, nightfall,
and I still wallow in the pain
of a thousand starry nights
buried deep within the snow.
I haunch, stomach cramped,
and if I had a tail
it would be between my legs,
as I creep,
slither,
retreat from view.
I exist, sight unseen
in full view for all to see,
yet part of the background,
a grecian urn at the monuments base,
the underbrush within the urban forest –
city scape –
part of land and time beneath
trees of steel and glass.
Only the shadows know,
as I find respite
from the cold.
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