A Soul in Dundrum

Thursday, June 28. 2012

Shopping centre's dark.
There's cars every minute,
zooming home.
People wander one or two,
scurrying lamp to lamp.
One gives a fearful look,
sees a predator.

It's raining after midnight
but the air's still warm.
Tram rattles overhead,
bars wet under hand.
Water runs down the hill,
so thick you can't see the mountains.
Never knew you had it in you.

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