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Poetry of Issue #7        Page 48

WALKING HOME

A slap of cold air
bruised blue the
covering of my skin

A bullying wind
caught me by the neck
twisting my hat

yesterday's newspaper
jumped from the grasp
of a fence
lodging at my ankles
like a homeless pup

a shutter beat with slaps
night pulled dark
over my steps.

  Dr. Roger Singer