The night is usually so clam here,
Rhythmic crickets,
wind hums
and melodic calmness Denver's night's bring this part of town.
But there's an urgency about this night.
I can feel knocking.
I can't tell if it's at the front door or the back.
I've check both,
no one there,
but still...knocking.
That's when I saw you.
Couldn't have been more than three millimeters tall,
knocking at the door of my silver heart without flowers,
without chivalry,
or candles,
or respect for the sleeping.
There was an arrogance about your stance,
...
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