Flash

Running wildly, crazy, blind
Through alley, street and lane
The deed just done, the evil crime
An act of one insane

The moment past, yet lingers still
A throbbing pounding sound
A time’s supply of lasting thrill
Still fears he might be found

Returning to that passion’d night
A fantasy re-known
Old woman in a laundry mat
At work and all alone

Silently he steals inside
Unseen, a shadow’s cloak
Old woman tries the sight to hide
His gaping overcoat