The Walk Home

Still working on it...

I stop, poised,

Elegant, still,

As a car's headlights roar past

Close, that.

The streetlights all

Amber, chrome,

As I thread my way,

Through the mazes that make up 

The labyrinth of city streets.

Two cyclists pass,

And though I can tell they are talking,

I can't quite make out,

What they are saying,

Snatched away as it is,

In the evening breeze.

It is not until I round the corner,

And the sirens and car horns fade away,

That I realise the headlights no longer pass,

And that that world has left me beind.

Reviews

[CudiKid]

pretty good i love the last stanza it really opens up the whole story