Knowing the emptiness
Or freedom and solitude
Of an evening alone
In the city:
Sticky from the heat
Hungrily alone and
Savoring the appetite:
Knowing,
But miserably
Innocent.

Linden leaves against
An almost indigo sky,
The yellow glare of
Street lamps,
Muffled voices,
The mixed smell
Of sweat and beer,
And thoughts of home.

02/13/2007

Posted on 02/14/2007
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