Nightly Rituals

The echoes of squealing brakes,

Bad belts,

Burnt rubber,

Make the nights less lonely.

And inside is dark,

So I stay by the window,

Face lit with dark street brightness.

                                          Night’s sweet silence.

But the echoes of squeaking bats,

Blind bugs,

June beetles,

Make the nights less lonely.
 

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