Occult

clouds cover the moon
and shroud surrounding
suburban homes
in mottled shadow
trash bins line the street
neatly closed lids obscure
the jumbled chaos of food
broken plates and paper
behind the silent doors
people make love and argue
watch tv and fall asleep
laugh and cry alone
I walk down the block
pulling my hood tighter
(January 2013)

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