the midnight hipsters (in haiku)

on certain nights dark
footsteps take their own path out,
leaves rustle behind.

soon the orbit of
a moon gets dizzy with us
feet keep walking on,

those left behind, they
know not the compulsion – the
pavement nods, yes.

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