NIGHT WALKER

the air plays across my face and freezes in my
																Lungs.	
street lamps											
																      March
like glowing angels to their crusade. cars pass by
	from time to time
																	     Humming
beasts with eyes that pierce the night, and blaring bass 		
																		    Notes
that rattle every window and
																		Linger
on the air. standing, waiting. listening to the steady
																	      Rhythm
of my footsteps on the road. the
																	Rustling
of branches.
																     Listening
for the dying hum. for the car thatís
																Slowing.
. . . 
															     Slowing.
to a
														       Stop.

- Dan Schubmehl

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