There's one streetlamp along my morning route that sometimes turns off as I pass it and sometimes turns on.
In the Dark
One street lamp mistakes me
for sunrise as I set out
on my morning walk,
blinking black
as I pass.
And that same lamp
knows me as nightfall
when I return,
flashing light
on my path.
Loose wires
look like wisdom
when you walk
alone.
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