The conversation of the street lights will pass as quickly as our words
With green
hellos
And
pensive
yellows
The pink noise breaths of night will delicately fall and rise from mouths like mindful birds
Drifting through the light cut dark
The occasional cop will slam through the wet lit asphalt
Shouting red and blue
While deer ease through the grass
Whispering brown and black
And automatic house lights that flicker on
Will turn off when you are gone