Acquainted with the Night
by jeffmcneill • 22/01/2010 • Poetry • 0 Comments
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still...
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