When the empty streets glow
by Phil Slattery
Abstractions
When the empty streets glow
with the dust of the full moon
mingling with the glare of streetlamps
and the jagged light of taverns
I welcome the comforting darkness
of the side street and alley
that covers like a cold sheet
hiding your chill shadow which
ever clasps my hand
and masks the distance
to a vague destination
which inexplicably draws me on