Twin rows of street lights line the sidewalk
parallel and green.

 

Their fogged globes do not so much flash on

more a whisper,  as they flicker,  haltingly.   

 

Soon, sparks appear with a low hum,
embers growing into a soft glow.

As dusk melts into evening, each one blooms into a single star
each pole stoic above a circle of pale light.

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