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2:19 In the Morning
Walking the streets of the city
at 2:19 in the morning.
The lustrous gleam of the quiet asphalt
puts a spring in my step
and paints an expression of solitude
on my day-worn face.
At peace.
Walking the streets of the city
at 2:19 in the morning.
The buildings are sleeping
Somebody's singing
And it's me.
Walking the streets of the city
at 2:19 in the morning.
The homeless curl under blankets or newspapers
like stray dogs
utterly indisposed,
utterly alone in a world full of
baleful eyes and caloused hearts.
Walking the streets of the city
at 2: 19 in the morning.
The lights are breathing
The silence deafening
I can see my breath.
Clif Crotts
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