There’s this streetlight in front of my house that flickers on, dimly, then off, out completely.
Every night it talks to me through my window, sending messages with its streetlight code.
It says as long as its heart still beats, I should stay put, keep my things on this very spot
But as soon as the light inside burns out, its final spark will tell me it’s time to move on.
So, I wait.
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