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It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless.
Waves of muffled car engines
Whispered by every now and again
Just opposite the tree line
Behind my abode.
Parking lot and street lights
Kept their nightly vigil assuring
Safe passage to all who crossed
Beneath their path.
Late night flights flashed their lights
As they begin final approach
Like a beacon in the midnight sky.
Randomly lit windows throughout
The complex buildings keep
Night owls company as
Hours grow later.
I smile as I bask in
The night’s symphony
Waves of muffled car engines
Whispering every now and again.
Hearing only my footsteps as they
Echo between the walls
The creaking of my door brings
A rush of welcomed heat
As it lovingly hugs me
And I lock my door.
In a final sigh of relaxation
I kick off my shoes and retreat
Back to my nightly comfort zone
My couch, my drink and my pen
On this cold and brisk poetic night.
3/2/20
