Noir

She steps

out of the

fog that

hangs around

until noon

every day

this time

of year, furtive,

turning to

see if he

is still following,

the one who

knows about

the stain on

her best coat,

the one she

left under

Santa Monica

Pier.

By RHaworth (Roger W Haworth) (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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