Night Life

I sometimes get the impression
or
am impressed upon
by memory

that all of those
shouters
and
heel clicks

the brave walkers
and
hushed
speakers

those who run
rogue rampant down
the iridescent rainslick
of another
careless night

and that bitter boy
who was
set apart from his pack

a victim of
the inherent lust
in another midnight
waltz

are all back
where they were.

Our sandbox
only
grew.

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