pillows to the trepidation
shaking boots, unraveled gloves
reluctant to lean upon anything
familiar
graffitied walls call me
the fountains of dark parks
sing and i listen
i allow myself to be lost
emotions like lightning
the city is only another
spark
and i navigate the crosshatch, brilliant
the electricity
runs through me
brace for impact
the cobblestones do not give.
~
RNH
