by Teresa M

Created on: July 26, 2008

Quarter past midnight
Voices outside my window
Talking louder than they should
The clicking of heels on pavements
And on shiny cobbled streets
Wet from the rain that fell earlier

Quarter past one
Late-night clubbers
Going from place to place
Mice and rats scurrying
Taxis and night buses
Driving too quickly

Quarter past two
Couples in alleyways
Dark secret passing places
Caressing in their hideaways
Between tall buildings
The world spinning around them

Quarter past three
A breeze comes through my window
No buses, no taxis
I am aware of nothing
But the light from the moon
As the soft rain begins again

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