Concrete Steps

The town was emptied

By the perfect time of day

Between day life and night life.

Everyone was at home

Having lived a day

Or preparing to live a night.

But you sat outside


On concrete steps

Trying not to think,

Trying not to be.

Always trying, because

That’s how you become


Go to the centre of town

When no one is around

And hide within its bubble.


Without thinking

About what time of day

You lived in.


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