Louis Faber
Night Walk
I walked the city
in the heart of the night,
street lights casting the shadows
of ghosts of those long gone
to bed, unknowing
that the city has been
given over to ravening winds
that find no shelter.
I step into an alcove
and the fading light
of the flickering bulb overhead
urges me to move on
lest she bury me
in the darkness of her grave.
By day, this will all
be gone into hiding
finding shelter we cannot see
and we forget that
when night again returns
the ghosts will dance
wildly in these streets.
Louis Faber’s work has previously appeared in Constellations, Alchemy Spoon (U.K.), Arena Magazine (Australia), Dreich, Atlanta Review, The Poet (U.K.), Glimpse, Defenestration, New Feathers Anthology, Tomorrow and Tomorrow, North of Oxford, Rattle, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He lives with his wife and cat (who claims to be his editor) in Port Saint Lucie, Florida.