Quantum Story

Late night city street sidewalk 

street lamps red and white car

lights sizzle of tires through the

recent rain.

It could have happened.

I wasn’t cold. I lit a cigarette 

under lamp light watched the

smoke drift upwards and fade.

Not much movement on the

cityscape. Most of the lives 

buttoned up for the night. I

wasn’t going to come up 

with something new where

I was standing. I had to go.