AT A MIDNIGHT OASIS
by Robert K. Johnson
In both directions, the rows
of brick-tiered building are nothing
but blackness. The empty cars
along the curb are lumps
of steel, shrouded in shadows.
Nor does one darting car—
not even a taxi cab—
push headlights through the street.
So you,
gazing from a window
in a dim apartment right
across from mine, and I,
behind my windowpane,
are alone in the city together.
Copyright © 2012 by Robert K. Johnson.
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