The Scene from My Dream

The road glimmers,

A reflection of the streetlamp

On the wet ground,

And all around

The silence drops slowly.

The petrichor illuminates all.

A black tabby cat crosses the street

Its tail, an antenna.

The dark of the night,

Like a gun slinger threatens,

But the lustering light holds.

And the stars shine somewhat

Through punctures in the dark clouds.

The green on the banks

Grey and dripping with rainwater.

Every now and then

A car passes,

Disturbing the peace for seconds

And then past the curve

Into tomorrow.

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