I look upstream
To soak up the light
Beams dying with the sun,
A final warm caress lingers.
I watch shadows
Lengthen into the distance,
Float down the river -
Gone out of my fading sight.
This bridge is my roof
Against the rain of stars,
Against the flashing neon
Red/Orange of digital moons.
Night chills me into stillness;
I hibernate until sunrise.
For daylight beckons my teeth
To feast on daydreams and fear.
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