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Susan K. Rowse

A Walk in Helen

I'm walking at midnight.
Under stars covered...
As a feather blanket...
Cool night air
Amazing endeavor.
Back roads...
Helen Georgia..
Noise of a Biergarden
Void of laughter,
Gros' brou' ha-ha...
Of Past Octoberfest goers
Empty now.
Tiny white lights..
Aglow...
Fireflies...in the night.
Misty haze...
Incoming fog.
Music of the Chattahochee River,
Echoes...cold waters...
Bubble,
Melodious tune.
Soothing...
A city soul...
Out strolling.
A lone car.
Penetrating lights...
Patrol car,
Securing his beat.
Strange sounds...
Lilting but consistent.
Nighthawk screams
To his prey.
Beathing is louder...
Paced with steps.
Uphill the breath is...
Harder.
In the distance...music.
Music of country...
Tuetonic environment.
Somehow obscene.
Cheeks heated...
Sweat gracing bangs and....
Necks cold nape
Wonderful stroll...
Thoughts take...
My hand.
Security of souls...
Valley of spirits.
I return...
Room # 211....
Glass doors...
Opened to the river.
The Chattahochee...
Peace.