CRESCENT MOON

by Anita McQueen

The streets
my only escape

nonchalant walk
at first
then running
night
faces in windows
macabre
yellow eyes
hidden hands
reaching

somewhere
a crescent moon
lighting a dancing crowd
where the new world begins.

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