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Christopher K Morpeth

Black and white stripes across the breast.
Will the green turn amber or red?
Race teh engines and open the trunk.
The pillars seem smaller either way I look.

Dead fox splattered
On the asphalt road.
Moths eat the headlight.
Cruising the lonely night.

Alas, light in the open window.
The cable hangs limp and heavy.
Traffic in the hands of the stranger.
George is spread across the busy street.