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.