Vignette #1

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An upbeat gently morphs
Into the downtempo;
Deep-breath vertigo
Of the stuffy evening street
Hits hard.
But then
A soft fresh wind
Starts to blow
As you turn you head
Slightly to the side;
For a second,
Streetlights blink
And turn down.
You dissolve
In that sudden darkness
Under the red letter ‘M’.
So, when the lights are back on
There is no wind.
I sigh,
But I don’t stop
Moving.