The lonely, vacant howling emptiness

 of a bare city street in night . . .

Laughing sounds of happy hearts

echo in this haunted harbor of hurt,

dripping resonant tears of drizzle,

haranguing a lonesome sleepless street light

with the clanging chain of a useless flag pole.

Outside the buildings’ shining shades,

leaning shadows and gaunt trees

stalk the stark night street.

A laugh escapes the warmth inside.

The chill breeze bites, strips the intruder

and hurls it into the freezing mud,

turning the pattering rain to snow.

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