it's the black ice
we need
to watch out for.
the slick on the road,
that subtle freeze.
the shadow
in the alley.
it's the unknown
that gets us.
the unwanted call.
words whispered
beyond our reach.
the stalker in
the window.
the eyes in the woods
peering in.
carefully
we need to tread,
to turn
the key on the lock
to get us inside
away from what could
be grim.
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