Night Walk
by Timothy Reed
I
would have cleared my mind
but for that
yellow toenail in the sky
It
wavered and wandered
still watching
while I trod and trod and trod
My
feeble heart wound down
like a clock
but I found no key to twist
look away
look away
Eye
dipped below the rim
and my mind
cleared, now free from that dull gaze
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