I heard the sound of speeding
footsteps pounding
the sidewalk.
The quick patter of adult feet,
slapping hard on the concrete,
in a hustle.
I rose from the sofa,
to see, who might be running,
or from what they may be running,
or where they are running to,
or why they are running, so fast,
on the sidewalk, in the night.
But I never caught a glimpse,
save for a long shadow, trailing
down the sidewalk, a silhouette
of someone, unknown, running,
swiftly towards the unknown,
or my unknown.
A shadow, ignotus homo,
charging through the city
sidewalks at full speed,
maybe hounded by memories,
or bad dreams; speeding like
winged Mercury.
The footfalls echoed in the night,
as the mysterious runner’s steps
faded from my ears. The Doppler effect
as the distance between us grew.
I looked in the direction from which the
runner came.
Nothing chasing, nothing pursuing,
no mad dog, or witch on a broom,
no angry Dad, or screaming girlfriend,
no violent low men or police officers,
just the nighttime silence,
passing by, as if everything was normal.
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