Outside, a pool of light in the darkness-
cast by a solitary street-lamp-
orange-bright, illuminating
the stop sign at the end of the road.
Four faint white letters:
S T O P.
Above, the floating, fiery head of light.
A sentinel of sorts, head bowed to the darkness,
resigned to fulfill its duty and then fade, forgotten, in the morning
when the sun relieves it of its post.
