on the darkened steps
near the water
alone
with my thoughts, is
there any other way to be
with one's thoughts,
than alone?
anyway.
a security guard approaches
and asks me if i live
here.
here, i say to him.
on the dock, the pier?
is this my home?
look wise guy.
we don't want any trouble.
have you been
drinking?
it's three in the morning, why
don't you go on
home to your wife.
she's probably wondering
where you are.
i doubt that, i tell him.
i doubt all three give a
rat's butt
where i am today.
and the feeling is mutual.
then i lie back down
to look at the moon
as he radios in for back up.
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