Mark R Slaughter (1957)

Night
On a corner

I stood

Time-blurred

Marble-still

In a street-post
Way

Watching
Floes of eons
Draw down
Faults
Of past reality

In moon-dead way
Of mind

Over time
A shadow-figure
Saw me through

No more a meaning

Like a blend
Of blackened greys
At one with night
Assigned
As fog

Dissipating

I sort of
Drift away

As did she

Upon a day

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012