'The neighbor's back porch light
bulbs glow like anemones, '
all night long,
from twilight to the next morning,
perhaps all day,
unseen in daylight, unneeded
night and day.
It's what beckons in the cityscape,
the waste, the treeless lawn,
what outstars the stars
in the middle of the night,
in the middle of desolation.
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