Missing the last bus after show
Deciding to walk on home-
Taxi's all booked up so they say
So it's off towards home alone-
Raining , foggy , shiny streets
Not too many lights that glow-
Streets cobble stones and narrow
Wet from rain and melting snow-
Souls on corners alone they stand
One here one over there-
Alone and backs to walls of brick
In the fog and dampest air-
Looking so like shadows on a wall
Or all trying to do same-
Waiting there for God knows what
There being as if nothing to explain-
Hats all pulled down lower still
Collars way up high-
Coats almost to the ground
All dark and black color of night sky-
One carries onward and forward going
With ears still open wide-
Wondering what they could be doing
As if holding walls up without pride-
Standing there alone in night air
Darkest part of night-
As if trying to be invisible
Or frightened of daylight-
Midnight statues here and there
One soon passes this place-
Of motionless souls of as if stone
All with hidden signs of face-

( a true story )

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018