5 am, in a small town


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The mayflies kiss the glass
Of restaurant windows
Clinging to it

They mirror the fog
Pressing into the corners of everything
And the space in between

The restaurant is a
puddle of light in the
world
Soaking across the parking lot
Sponging helplessly at the mist

The mayflies just
stare inside greedily
Swallowing the
electric bulbs
whole
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