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.
http://www.righthandpointing.net
Published in Highland Park Poetry, Winter 2016 Muses’ Gallery, 04-January-2016.
http://www.highlandparkpoetry.org/themusesgallery.html
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