January 22, 2010
the nearly audible click,
of windows shut or doors locked tight,
fades slowly out of mind.
perhaps it’s not coincidence?
maybe there is a plan?
to tear the angry
streets at night, to roam,

stealing away
our hearts and our minds.
our fears and fantasies,

fading out, nonexistent,
washed away by moonlit clouds.

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