Three walking figures
Lit in dim light
Occupy a road
On an unideal night.
One in a black trench,
One wearing beige,
One jacketless; hoping the first will engage.
One held her head low,
One exemplified her age,
The last studied the first like a dirty textbook page.
All three at the same point, walking side-by-side.
The trio at varying crests and dips of adolescents’ ride.
Three walking figures
On an unideal night,
Bodies distant, shadows tethered.
My… what a sight.
Rose Lepin's Map of Madness 