Friday, January 27, 2012

a river of stones #27 January

Why is it so spooky under the pier at night, even as people are laughing and drinking at the restaurant above? Their footsteps echo below as I step into the dark and disappear, shivering; so, I quickly rush back into the light, safe and sound, and I become a timbered shadow.

moonless night
in between shadows
I find a dime

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