Walking
Night time quiet fills the street
broken only by the sound of my steps
and the pitter-patter of my dog’s paws
on the bitumen still hot from the sun.
The moon’s silver rain covers me
with light stretching my shadow
down the street as I lose myself
in my head thoughts I don’t want.
Max Sipowicz is a poet and philosopher from Melbourne, Australia. He is currently is finishing a BA in philosophy at Monash University. He has not been previously published. He blogs at http://philosophyafterdark.com and http://philosophisr.tumblr.com