Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Night Crossing

Waiting at the red light
You stand on the city street
In the warm spring night
While the young around you laugh, whispering
A joke, and touch,
Affectionately tussling.
When the light turns green
They move across the street
And you hasten behind to listen sight unseen.
When they are gone, you start toward home but stall--
Looking up you see in a lighted window
A painted dragon on the wall.

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