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Walking at Midnight

walking at midnight, poetry

Walking at midnight

with a hoe in your hand

black and white

the grim October harvester


you know yourself

well enough

to take to someone

in their understanding

doing almost swiftly

with your life

like that chicken sandwich

in the other hand

(with a bite out of it)

be the sandwich

look it straight in the eye

like the son you never had

finding his laurels


in yourself

in nemesis

be it

like a shadow

in the yard

wearing that upright

suit of black

tossed in your


deep in a pocket

portentously moralizing

your own demise

in winter freeze

in summer bright

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  1. nice piece!

    Liked by 1 person

    May 16, 2017

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