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.
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