WALKING HOME

A slap of cold air

bruised

blue the covering

of my skin

 

A bullying wind

caught me by the neck

twisting my hat

 

yesterday’s newspaper

jumped from the grasp

of a fence

lodging at my ankles

like a homeless pup

 

night pulls dark

over my steps.

 

 

 

 

 

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