dampens the black street.
hardly a soul
out in this cold.
the lamplight
shines
a bloom of yellow
upon me
as i stroll.
i don't mind the weather.
i don't
mind one bit
in being alone.
hands in my pocket,
my coat buttoned.
i embrace it. i wish
the nights were
longer, in fact.
i could walk all night
in a town
like this.
get lost in the beauty
of silence.
maybe over the next hill,
the next block
i'll find it.
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