and i am here

on this gunshot wound

of a night

the river smiles

below the moon’s

ignited glow.

swiftly moving in

one solid

direction

the traffic is calm

behind my shoulder

and i am here

and i am here.

watching the pond

turn to a hue of dust

the fountain of doves

singing into the empty

nightfall

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