• nightwriter_i 6w

    volatile

    once and twice,
    everyday and every night,
    someone stays and makes no
    noise
    someone goes and recites
    a loud whimsical poem
    on the street corners
    for the onlookers,
    to let them know
    where i am
    and where my heart is,
    twelve feet apart,
    behind thick thistles
    and a lattice,
    visible but away.

    ©nightwriter_i