Dark Park

The street lights float like orbs, high in the sky.
The rain punctures the pavement.
A boy walks along a concrete path unaware
he is being watched
by a girl four stories above
or after.
Who can tell?
She hangs like an unheard sigh,
the window before her
just a pane of glass.
The night is chilled.
Winter is coming
felt first in the lungs of a young lover
rushing over the concrete to
the safety of his dreams.
Somewhere above
or after
a palm is pressed to
just a pane of glass.



Photograph by Jesse Bowser

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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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