Nathan J. Bogart

Rookie (Detroit, MI)

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A January Night

The light of a nearby car
Began its ritual of dancing
Against my pale blue walls
And in turn led the dance
Of the vibrating procession
Of a distant train taking its journey
Up my walls and towards my ears
Until it leaves but tapping water
And the silence in between

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