Walking
Waiting for green
Crossing the street quickly
Stepping on the curb of shadows
Avoiding the blaring and glaring lights
Going

Going
Almost unseen
By people you’re stealthy
Beneath glowing curtained windows
Casual moves yet staying out of sight
Sneaking

Sneaking
Where have you been?
Moving there so briskly
Is there somebody that follows
As you move silent and intent through night
Walking.