November night
November night, driving through town in ink-dark rain.
Stoplights unfurl twin glistening rivers of green, then red,
a hundred yards down the wet street into my headlights,
just as the moon reflects upon water.
November night, driving through town in ink-dark rain.
Stoplights unfurl twin glistening rivers of green, then red,
a hundred yards down the wet street into my headlights,
just as the moon reflects upon water.
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