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City Traffic at Night

1,000,000 LIGHTS

There are

one million lights

or maybe 700

i can't count them all because I'm too impatient & because the glittering reflections of computers screens and swivel chairs stuck in a box of capitalism

 glint off the black ink of the river

it is september 22nd,

the wet grass welcomes the barefooted dance

while tanned legs run past with those airpods that

if we're being honest

make me uncomfortable. 

As the cacophony of horns and subway trains groan

street lights blink commanding cars to listen

it is the ever-present symphony that stays when everything else changes

I am not broken completely but bent like the crosswalk sign

both of these will inevitably be fixed 

and though I may leave this masterpiece

my hands will always paint the skyline true

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