I was sitting on a bench, and I saw a moth next to me. That inspired this poem...
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1.
Once
One night
With nothing to do
And nowhere I really needed to go
I went down and sat
On a bench
In the subway station
At night

And a greasy gray florescent bulb
Was the only light.

2.
I sat on a bench
And on the wall
Above my head
Graffiti, in weary letters, proclaimed
Various half imagined truths
And called each other names.