Streetlights

The streetlights were orange tonight. In my hand was a few sticks, the feeling of the weight kept me going straight. They were light in someways good for a fire. But my job was just to get rid of them, in the cover of darkness. The whole time I was thinking about something else. Now I am back in an air conditioned room separated from all that noise. Crickets or cicadas? I saw two frogs or one was a toad. But I don't really remember what I was thinking about. Maybe it was about the climbers all alone without ropes. Why do they look so long directly in the face of death over and over. I read an interview that people say their food tastes better before they do a climb like that. I was thinking about something like that, heating pizza rolls in the microwave because the oven takes too long. In this month alone I have used more mayonnaise than most go through in a year. Thats how I want to leave my mark on the world. But I can't stop thinking about how orange the streetlights are, or that someone in the neighborhood complained, but I don't know if I would have noticed white light ones.