Signs of Light

The structure that was built just east of me,
apparently completed weeks ago,
has shown few signs of any tenancy.
The light at 3 a.m. appears to glow
by some robotic timer’s agency.
But yesterday I saw a flash – a show
of bathroom light flipped on at 7:10,
like someone rose to use a toilet then.

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