street light burnt never felt so good
illuminated white almost like the sun once glowed
an island of white in wet blue night
a sodden newspaper slaps applause
from the rushing black river of the road
awaken dimmed amber sodium vapor light
park bench still damp leaf smell on the wind
sit and listen to the chattered whispers
the dried husks of the fallen dead drying
a red sun waits over the bleached bones
cracked earth sunken in furrows surround the cradle
rising as an island in a sea of dust
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