Walking down the concrete
At the witching hour’s peak.
Heavy with twilight.
The rain of the day
Has lifted and the air is warm.
Birds chirp with a circadian rhythm
Swirling regardless of lithium.
Alone, I meet eyes
With a lascivious lady.
Her happy friend pinches her elbow.
Whispering in her ear, with breath
As cool as the shadows
We cast in the streetlight glow.
The three of us focus
On the cars lining the street.
Gleaming like chunks of candy.
It’s so strange how strangers
Go bump in the night.