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street light
can do things
other light can’t
all that was to be
was what it was
clownish light
nothing more
then suddenly
you find yourself
in something’s
abject glory
a trill of color
on dirty winter ice
street light
can do what
other light can’t
to wander
the soft dark
outside the
circle of light
ragged circle
from the street light
it was always
this way here
darkness
like expression
of doubt
spills over
when excess
thought leads
to starlings
a geometry
taking wing
This poem appears in the October 2024 print edition.
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