the twinkling silver light of streetlamps:
electric fireflies mingling and mating,
wintertime-luminous, buzzing clockwork.
glittering pavement, as dried leaves
shuffle and make footstep-noises,
dragged by the wind.
el viento arrastra las hojas
rodean y susurran
las ramas de los arboles flacos
maniobran como dedos esqueletos
y las estrellas son ojos brillantes
en el cielo negro, lleno de llanto.
the wind penetrates the holes in my shoes,
grips my hand,
and guides me to the library,
where I fall asleep for three hours and don't get any work done.
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Submission Name: nighttime walk to the library
sorry, I always ruin the pretty parts of my poems by tacking on lame endings that make me laugh a little.
