on middle age after midnight

The hour is late and the night is dark, the window shows me just myself
when I sit down to write
Sleeping sounds in another room, muffled traffic, Hollywood outside
The city after midnight: I used to know the place
Young people have a wonderful freedom of anonymity that I
lost with age
I stand out too much in the dark
so now I write

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