Lonely Steps

The steps at night
Quiet even in the daylight
Ask me to sit with them
Gaze down that longest avenue
Where perfect pretty people preen
Upon each other
Shopping for flesh dressed up
To kill
They don't ask me
They want to look beyond
To stars hanging above them
With cool breezes to refresh
And warm stone to comfort
In life
You lonely steps at dawn


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