[32] Night Walk, Phil Huffy


I greet the moon through leafless branches,
bold sentinel of wintry sky,
appraising me through shifting clouds
as night begins its sullen song.

I move apace down sidewalk pathways
where day-hid rooms through windows glow
to see myself a dozen times
amid the comfort there revealed.

I wonder, do some waltzing watchers
go peering into my domain
and find themselves within, perhaps
as deep in dark they journey by?


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