The silent fringe

Like running through a crowd, glancing back, who is chasing..
Yes, we’re running through a crowd..
Faster, faster, through the crowded street, the market stalls..
Don’t look back, they’re gaining, we’re tiring, but still we push on..
Clambering through the multitudes..
Too many, we duck, dash up a dark broken lane..
We hide behind the fringe to a doorway bared..
Did they see us, did our pursuers notice..
Our indeterminable navigation from our sprinting course..
Avoidance, have they managed to pick up our scents, dirt tracks..
We stand there, here face to face, silent..
Hidden from all sight, hidden behind the fringe..
A shallow purple doorway in its bow..
Just standing face to face, not a whisper..
But our heavy breathing, the pounding of our hearts
Fear, just standing face to face..
Brave only in the shadows.

7 responses to “The silent fringe

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