into the darkness I go
looking to see
if there be anyone I know —
and there is always someone:
a neighbor or a friend —
and even a casualty of gossip.

And when I find
it’s then I pray
but never quite know what to say.
So I listen —
and somehow, that matters.

That is why
I still go into the darkness sometimes —
to scan it and to find.

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