This is the light for a walk.

Just you and some thoughts.

Orange glow on the rocks.

Drinks hot and toes not.

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This is the light just for me.

Unpack everything I’ve seen

and do it quietly.

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This is the time for a talk;

dim light and decaf.

Let’s ditch the flock,

this wick burns fast.

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A life armed to the teeth.

A cheetah out of breath.

A knife with no sheath.

All the things we build ourselves.

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But this is the light for a walk;

in the hue from the loch,

picking the knots,

gapping the stops.

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