Red lights behind and north,

a pause between thoughts,


night sounds walk on

while engines hooting  fade away.


In the dark eye

bicycles whoosh past,

weary workers, burdened students

exhale, hold,

inhale, the night shift.

Low voices; stars are there

below street lamps,

reflecting in dark water.


Lights turn green, engines

roar and gears shift.


Night cuts to  

bright, blaring action.



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