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fading fast

my walk is brisk

strangers pass

unguarded

though there is lightning in their steps

exchanging fertive glances

simultaneously tossing out a fake smile

here and there

as our paths meet and split

the night is ultra familiar to our

every evening walk's chatter

the fog is friendly

almost Londonesque in its sudden hover

about the trees, cars, dumpsters and streets

the streetlight over head

a worried chaperone

to each our dutiful tryst

or whatever else we happen to meet

even as the entire  evening belongs fully

to The Conquering Mist.....................

(written Oct28,2004 630am)