Masked and Hooded

Face in the dark
Like a shy girl, I stand,
masked and hooded,
bemused by the empty
street, waiting to learn
how to be
in this time.

Where is the answer
to the unformed question
hiding under the weight
of lost hopes?
Which way to turn
to nowhere?

There is no rushing,
only waiting
while fools seek blindness
for comfort,
and the wise
try not to weep.

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