Stand Out

I didn’t seem to fit in that night
A couple hours before the dawn
I was flying solo
In a flock of nameless gulls

A beacon in the night beckoned them
And they arrived flanked by comrades of war

Dressed in the silks from the gala closed down before the sun
Intoxicated with the night
They laughed off the cold
The lack of rest and respite

They came and left
Leaning on each other for support
No name to the face
Walking out the forgetting door