Head bowed innocently -
Waiting, listening, looking.
The stormy orange night sky glowing
Above the chapel's peak
Cues fleeting nostalgia -
Of home, of wintry anticipation, of safety.
The bus arrives - late -
Its headlights sharply contrast
The pavement, the air, the night.
The voices clash and simmer -
Hiding innocuously beneath the
Impersonal lights -
Mingling, learning, expanding.
The doors open to the misty air,
Thrown into the night once again
Which engulfs, inspires, and warns.
Climbing the stone steps
Towards the safety of home
The nighttime swims, sways, and shifts,
And releases me - unharmed.
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