Impressions of a Late Night Walk

Red brick walls.
Grassed slopes.
Limitless skies. Stars hidden.
Closed shops.
The Old Shoreham Road is silent and remote.
The front gardens of dark houses.
The railway bridge across Sackville Road is a nervous place.
Small parades of late night shops are quiet and always autumnnal.
My footsteps are hollow on the ground of Sunday night.