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The City at Night

The City at Night

written by: Sterling Pohlmann



A lightning bolt strikes a tree, which smolders igniting memories long since dead. A woman, a friend, a love lost and found again. As real as it gets. The night before-gone. The future is gone. A dream remains guiding my ship to crystalline shores. The truth buried under dirt and rocks. Hope. It’s like wine in crates waiting for their time and place to burst forth with the finest taste. A man paints in a nighttime streetlamp lit avenue. The rain descends, a child cries, and the city says, “Shhhhh.”

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