Perfume

The darkening Alley
closing in on my view
silent steps I never
knew I was taking, but take
they did

sliver of a Moon hanging
high over cold brick buildings
sentinels of this march
that scared the rats
into silence

And I was scared
but with what choice was I left
the cars careening by
faster than I could handle, so find
new path

Here I am in a darkening alley
closing in on my mind and heart
not a sound to comfort, only the stench
of week old trash heated by the day
...