Past Light

We walked the night
bottles shared
circling the park
with no destination
and nowhere to go.

We were unexpected
free, at liberty.
We bellowed, frightened,
excited by newfound freedom
adventuring in our small way
singing loud well past light.

The shadows, ominous
loomed large
protecting the moon from our gaze
as we walked on
lost to the night.

With dawn
we saw society reemerge
and found destinations appear
and our lives
returned to some semblance
of order.

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About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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