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.
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