in dark-lit alleys

on night streets

spotted with smeared

lamplight in the mist


a bright overlay appears

with shadowy figure

milling forward

to meet me


cats arch their backs

and hiss

a wind blows dead leaves

in a whirlwind


then the figures disappear

not time yet...not time yet...



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