They Just Were

Just a tiny a doorbell light in a the porch’s dark.

They Just Were

A traffic light swayed in the wind
shadows crossed the road.
A  music chime filled the air
a gas station sign glowed.

Just a tiny a doorbell light
in a the porch’s dark.
A ring around  the street lamps
that line a nearby park.

Something was passing by
up above the winter tree,
a single cloud drifted by
like a ship lost at sea.

Back beyond a guard rail 
long in disrepair,
was  a clearing of the woods
and train rails lying there.

Some weeds on the curbside,
my eyes stopped there
They were not anything;
They just were.