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Standing on the platform waiting for

the last train


The 2 am Southbound is still a mile away and

I'm the only one waiting on it.



A few blocks East

someone is closing down a bar


Above my head,  several pigeons are sleeping

under the eaves


The end of my dart burns amber, then black

until finally

grey ash


drops to my feet,

without a sound  














thank you to haqiqat for the title/inspiration




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