A Wispy Night
Eric Bonholtzer
Slivers of conversation whisper
upon ears trudging with footfalls
on a cobbled stone road.
Steps are hastened
and a hoof beat resounds
Following a waif of a dress
Fluttering as legs are forced into motion
At the sound of converging wheels.
The night is enfolding its participants
Like mother’s children to her cloak
Actors in a grand play
Stumble and fall
The night encircling all that is known.
