Emergent

The shadows cross
Hatch and cross hatch
Illuminating fear
And the absence of love
Caught in the dark
Without a flashlight
These nights are long
Streets teeming
With imagination
Purposefully vague
Like innocence
Waiting for the dawn
When daffodils bloom
Under the brutal sun
And shadows loom
In the crossing rays
Of a stinging apathy
That leaves marks
In the hatching.

Sam