Street

Saw a man, enter from the world,
into the street mid-night during an arc of time.
Pausing a moment in the garish isolating streetlight,
he looked up, away from his own light, toward the
great starless void that had been eyeing him for years.
With a breath and mustered force of might, he let out:
I've done my time—I've earned my right! Now let me move on!
During an arc of time in the black of the night,
soundlessly—spent—he slipped away, back into the world.

M.M.