The flood lights soaked into the thickness
Light slipping down the lampost choked cat
Scrambling dogs
long shadows of spindley branches
radiated out in the drippy floodlight
Pick up the rock
moonlight inked
Dank pudding air
Brushing over skin
I get swamped and smoothed over
I trust the compounded shade
Where my eyes cannot adapt
Therefore I just trust
For away from the floodlight
The night blinds you
Parallel street trees cover it up
Quiet except for stubborn cicadas
Post a note into the late pms
Sunset long gone
Long flat unreal surfaces
Where curtains of the day are pulled
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