Spearmint Night

He strode through the spearmint night
with his dog keeping faithful pace;
brow-beating moments dissolve
in the stillness of absence.

No meter of fear.
No qualities.
No descent down the status ladder.
No wounds or throbbing history.

Just the night,
the dog and him,
wondering together,
those brilliant stars
of impartial moments

within.

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