As he walked home from the pizza shop

Back along St. George’s Street

Drinking in the evening

He slowly became aware of wading

Through still dark water

Just up to his waist

Odd, he thought, and looked back up above the rooftops

Into the ecstatic afterglow

Of another dying day

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