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Thursday, June 20, 2019

Nightly Walk (Karl Hauk), Sonnet #462

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My Human Disguise.
















I walk only during the day,
But it wasn’t always that way.
I lived on a dirty river
Beneath an iron train trestle.
As if the night and I wrestled
For ideas neither delivered,
I’d walk the bank, throwing stones
And heard nothing but senseless tones.
Years later, I wandered sidewalks
With firefly illumined street lamps,
Flickering houses like armed camps.
The slightest sound made my blood balk.
The stars zoomed — atomic missiles.
With each breath my last lung whistled.