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Poem written for and submitted to “Pentastitch It” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, October 26, 2025.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ silence thick smothers midnight’s breath shapes shift slow, unseen streetlight hums wordless bisque hymns bus brakes sigh bus halts, waits exhaust fumes taste sharp wipers thwick-thwack-thwoc blades clearing what eyes can not squeak. blink. gone.
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