Night Return

In metal-toothed cities I have wandered
Countless days coat drawn up tight
But daytime's restless sleep to night
Gives up and I am left to ponder.

What brought me to this eerie place
Where whirlwind leaves scrape well-worn shoes?
And promises now called a ruse
Add one more wrinkle to my face.

The honey yellow of warm-lit windows
Too distant from my shoulders stooped
As grip goes soft and eyelids droop
A single mourner, the sharp-eyed crow.

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