The shadows dance

On the brick wall

Above me

Like dark flames


At mortared lines

The streets leap to life

As car horns play tag

With a million voices

An orchestra of night

Playing a new tune

While I make a place

To lay my weary head

In this alleyway

I’ve learned to call home

2 thoughts on “NIGHT ORCHESTRA

  1. Homeless? Or is home a mystery, a state of mind and heart, not a place at all? Is it chosen or given or by some default? We ought not to judge quickly or harshly where someone appear to have found it.


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