Driving home from work, a light shone
in a yard between two evergreens:
they glowed yellow,
And I saw a gryphon flapping its wings,
taking off in flight.
I saw a yellow sign,
going for a jog,
And I wondered why,
--it being so late,
and so cold,
and such a narrow road--
why it had chosen this moment
to shed a few pounds
(it was very, very skinny in the first place).
And last, I saw,
From a mile away,
bright like a single star
Headlights of some quiet soul
Shining
only I had no idea how
quiet
or loud
it was inside.
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