Downtown
It’s pretty cold outside, Better wear a coat. Wind blows through the street, Too dark for the eye to see alone, So I seek the guidance of burning hot streetlights. An automobile zooms by, Blowing a newspaper by my shoulder. Is there any important news tonight? Nothing. Bad news is the agenda. I, wandering as a feline, Beginning to realize that there is nobody else. I have a home- somewhere. Yet, tonight, I am as an eremite, Begging for aegis, willing to expiate Any mistakes I have made, Walking... Sign in to see full entry.