Watcher

Voices drifting between the branches Swept away by the evening chill Hurried footsteps and loved ones pulled close First light from fires kindled Smoke slowly curling into the darkening sky Loud clangs from vendors closing up shop Exhaust from tailpipes fills the frigid air Puff, puff, puff…. Greedily taking up space and creating a haze Lights change but no one seems to notice or care A lone vagabond sits slumped over between two pillars Young lovers gleefully pass without a care in the world Soothing sounds of a distant musician waft lazily through the scene Reminiscent of Miles and “In a Silent Way” Naked and bare without their summer attire The trees begin to bow against the tight grip of winter’s onset A lone store front sign dances and hums to its own electric muse Sirens in the distance A baby cries somewhere on the top floor and the world spins All under the watchful eye of the neon moon