a thousand pebble-stars guide my way
the wind floats past
a chill spreads over me, starting from my ear
ahead of me, a streetlight
flickers
flashes
comes on at the corner
dispelling the dark, a sun
only rising faster
as i cross the street, reach the other side
it goes out just as suddenly
as a car passes behind me
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