Again, short days. What
else is there to say?
Besides all the things
a night can be: Clarity
of skyline, articulate
distance. I love the red
of WONDER BREAD, of CITY
LIGHT, old neon signs,
all heart. It’s no good
here in the thick of it,
LED bright and still
the ankle twists
to the gutter. A huddle
passes, soft people, shapes
only, the very power
of suggestion. And then
the street empties out,
except for all this incandescence–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
O, those lights!
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“…A huddle
passes, soft people, shapes
only, the very power
of suggestion. ..
Haunting and beautiful.
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thank you!
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Ok, you’ve been writing fantastically well lately. Even better than your normal level of fantastic.
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pshaw. but thanks!
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“Even better than your normal level of fantastic.” CMS beat me to the punch. Perfectly said.
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see above 🙂
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