©2021 Michael Raven

why these
streets so empty?
greyscale pallid marked
granite cold
furtive shades
hide in twilit
nightfall alcoves
my shoes
clap loudly
on pavement
echoing shadows
upon pairs
of shadows

my left --
dun &
bitter the sea

Note: I dreamt of this place, a name I was ordered to remember: one part that means “bitter sea”, and another part, meaning “dark”.

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