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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