I wander by unvoiced, almost secretly,

like a ghost by corners of a sleeping city,

fearful they could awake arresting me

to die at dawn on merciless lethal light.

First published in Right Hand Pointing issue 83-1, February 2015.

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Published in Highland Park Poetry, Winter 2016 Muses’ Gallery, 04-January-2016.

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