Against the inky sky
The acute vivid emerald light
Interrupted brutally by the strident orange
Turning to the blazing red
Passing starry light by starry light
Along the road following
The unending elongated double carmine trace
Of traffic in the distance in front of us.
The useless displayed competition
Of the apple green sign of Woolworth
Answering the firefighter red of Coles sign
Calling to putative shoppers
In the dread of a Sunday suburban evening.
The blaring blue pumps of a petrol station at the crossroad
Only disturbed by the passing lights of the suburban train
Indifferent to all and sundry but its destination.
Those are the colours of the night .
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L.C. Bailliet
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