Quiet Night

Quiet Night

Wind chimes across the street.
My feet are grinding concrete
crumbles as my sandals find their footing.

My hand slides across the page,
My pen scrapes, its tip
rolls off each lip
whispering syllables to myself.

That dog from nowhere stopped barking
as a car that was un-parking
growled away from the wind chimes across the street.

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