Restless Moon

Scouting

deserted streets

of Esbjerg

as if

expecting to find

anything

my shadow

surveiled

by a full cloudy moon

cold fingers

of the wind

caressing curly hair

few anonymous faces

glancing

from noisy tin boxes

unknowingly

disturbs the silent
steps of the stranger

ducks making
sleeping quacks
in the lake

indeed
with the full moon
I'm fully restless