After Hours
Silence
steps in like a dancer
after
the clarinet solo,
swaying
along
the bass strings.
Outside,
night falls soft & feline
on
all fours, and
creeps
through a crack
in
the door.
KB ©1996
Welcome to Public Undress, where you'll find a bit of memoir, a bit of poetry and a lot of naked speculation on the state of the world.
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