Shadorma
Traffic lights
Reflect in the rain
Stretch like stars
On the dark
Concrete streets, green, yellow. Red.
Some stop, some speed up.
Fib
A
Muse
Opens
A white door
And leaves it ajar
For any to waltz in and sing.
Fib 2
I
Have
Been there
On every
Time zone, living through
A redefining of clock work.
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