watching people look over their shoulders.
I make a slight ruffling sound and
watch them look around.
There's a thin coat of snow on the ground
but that doesn't matter very much
I got here, to this receded doorway
before it landed.
I'm looking in the windows.
Watching steam rise from the sidewalk
Watching my breath meet the air
Passerby's, imagining someone to be watching
thinking what kinds of things I could be thinking.
Quickening their pace,
wondering if in the receded doorway
they actually caught a glimpse
of a hidden man's face.
I don't know exactly what's going to happen tonite
That's why I came down here.
Hidden between the buildings
testing others & my own fear.
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