Pause

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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