Walk

Footsteps are not everything
Faces can be fake
Towns appear like ghosts in rain
Not every scene is sane

crows hop pavements
Maliciously lush
Demanding no ransom to where I
walk
they have no need 
Of the shadows I leave
The streetlights
Of my muttered talk

Not every child is peaceful
Not every home is warm
Not every storm can rage enough
To ravage the forlone

I am looking for christmas
Seeking again
Ghosts hop pavements
Maliciously lush
Not every eye is sane

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