The Big Untidy Magazine

THE PARK AT NIGHT

I walk home through the park late at night.
Thank God for the 24 Hour supermarket.
In my carrier bag, a bottle of good old German Schwarzbier
For when I get in.

Lazy old moon,
How he lilts to one side as if he´s had enough already.
His shift is only just beginning.
Should I go the safer, street lamp lit way of the side street
Or take the shorter, darker footpath
Through the park itself.
I choose the latter.

I am alone apart from the tiny, barely visable white ghosts
Who dart and hop confusingly on the path before me.
They are not ghosts, but rabbits
Playfully exploring their homeground.
Moonlit, the plants look like strange silver jewels
Planted in the soil.

The rain has stopped and the wind has died down.
It feels good to be there.
Makes me feel somehow more alive than I did
Just minutes before.

I think of the one I love.
Does she think of me?
It´s history now.
I just wish we could share this moment together.

Clive (13.03.08)

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