Gently hurt an eraser,
The light moved slightly to the left,
Too late when I noticed it.

Another midnight,
Two kids stopped with their mother,
I turn on the light for us.

Your fault!
Dust.
You never lie.
Some rocks,
On pregnant marks.
And a dinosaur on my belly.
My watch on the left
His watch on the right.
Something between them must have tickled the time.
A figure I created,
Watching a stranger waiting for the bus.
They both met another stranger quickly cycling by.