Last thing at night and only one
Man in the street,
And even he was gone complete
Into an absence as he stood
Beside the lamplight longitude.
He stood so long and still, it would
Take men in longer streets to find
What this was chewing in his mind.

From All the Poems of Muriel Spark by Muriel Spark. Copyright © 2004 by by Muriel Spark. Reprinted by permission of New Directions. All rights reserved.