My shadow reels
in and out, long and short,
single, double, dark, light
negating street lamps
as it stretches grotesquely
to tug me into darkness.
I lengthen my stride
hurrying, scuttling
into the thick even light
of an all-night deli;
I repace myself in coffee steam
knowing no way home
except through street lights.
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