the street at night

1

There are stars, real like the glass

in your hand, that burn,

for instance.

 

2

The road, golden grey

in the limp light, sedate

behind the pane; bleak

 

frond leaves beat

light to the wind, him

thru the glass:

 

only 1 car shall pass

this next hour; but if

you stare hard enough

something happens.

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