Screaming moon, cloudless sky.
Ten legs swish, kissing their black doppelgangers where concrete meets flesh. Fourteen feet, sole to sole, pouring outlines drawn on the inky canvas, a liquid sharpie in the hand of a furious moon.
Streetlights wink off, and back on again, unclear as to the time of day. Our own black shadows race ahead and fall behind, growing long and short, fun-house mirror images in mercurial tar flow around us, as dogs, eager for a treat, pull me in the direction of home.
Ten legs swish, kissing their black doppelgangers where concrete meets flesh. Fourteen feet, sole to sole, pouring outlines drawn on the inky canvas, a liquid sharpie in the hand of a furious moon.
Streetlights wink off, and back on again, unclear as to the time of day. Our own black shadows race ahead and fall behind, growing long and short, fun-house mirror images in mercurial tar flow around us, as dogs, eager for a treat, pull me in the direction of home.
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