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Walking<\/strong><\/p>\n Night time quiet fills the street The moon’s silver rain covers me <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4365","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4365"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4367,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4365\/revisions\/4367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbroken only by the sound of my steps
\nand the pitter-patter of my dog’s paws
\non the bitumen still hot from the sun.<\/p>\n
\nwith light stretching my shadow
\ndown the street as I lose myself
\nin my head thoughts I don’t want.<\/p>\n
\nMax Sipowicz<\/strong> 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<\/a><\/span> and http:\/\/philosophisr.tumblr.com<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n