Next Steps

The beasts I should say.  Not just the shadows, but the hands and legs of unknown men.

The lights I should say.  The steps between them where I live.

Beasts of burden in my mind and I walk with backward glances until my front door greets me.  This time keys are buried.  Guilty if I got caught here like this, with my breath caught.

Inside my darkness is different. The door closes and my shoulders lighten. Thinking becomes a joy again.


The End

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