Goblin [Free Verse]

After dark —-
A city park —-
There runs the thing
That comes to life
By night.
Caged in stillness
Through sunlit hours.
Its night persona
Is blurred movement
Seen only from the
Corner of an eye.
It stays near deep shadow,
Beyond the lamp lit arcs.

Where is it?
No one knows,
But if one were to
Check the cathedral
Spire, you’d find
Only an impenetrable
Void…
until sunup.

Bronze Goblin [Free Verse]

The bronze goblin 
rides the world.

Its wide eyes always open,
taking in everything 
that happens on the street:

brisk business-like strides
of mid-morning,

mid-day strolls,

slumped evening plods,

midnight staggers,

and witching hour stumbles.

It sees you when you're meeting,
and knows when it's legit.