On A Distant Street

by Roxie Powell

Alone, on a distant street,
I feel the beat, where silentness
sweeps away time,
in time with my feet,
walking on a distant street.

There are shades at the windows
where children sleep.
Houses nuzzle one another
in coats of warmth, they
accompany me walking
on the street, alone with
the beat of silentness,
in time with my feet,
on a distant street.