The Alley Poem by Victor Clevenger

I dont fear,
The Death or The Dogs,
The Guns or The Gods,
The Witches or The Women,
that roam the alley.
I park my bicycle there on days
I would deliver fresh cut roses
to the lovely lady on the third floor.
We never make eye contact,
for the simple fact, I cant see spectacular
without my spectacles!
I always remove them!
Because there is Death and Dogs,
Guns and Gods,
Witches and Women,
That roam the alley where I park my bicycle.