No Absolute Endings Overhead

Night and herons pass
between trees,
the intermittent bus
with its dim
foci approaching.
Home by unfamiliar
roads, in the clearing
the low moon
shows. Routine
passengers drift
near sleep. Alert
to passing time, I am
awake with the wait.

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