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Standing silently in the doorway, a tough looking man 
With hands above his shoulders grasping the doorway jamb
His face dark and lined,, hands wrapped in a boxers stance

Sweated profusely ,  paused to let his breathing die
He broke from his routine,  stood resting and looking around
Letting his eyes wander as the city passed on by

Chatting , laughing  having a good time
Girls with young men ambled merrily by
Somber men dressed in dark flannel suits
And black lacquered boots, saying nothing 
Walked quietly on 

Fords and Chevys’ putted up and down the street,
braking for red lights and  cars in full retreat
 honking when someone crossed  their beat
with their headlights turned on looking mean 

Kids played stick ball in the alleys ,
strangers and enemies once, now all pals
Families gathered on the front stoop 
Talking and eating dinner or snacks
Lazily whiling away the warm summer nights
All in all a peaceful dreamy evening filled with delight

He paused in the fading twilight, closed his eyes
 Still no one noticed him , the city passing by
 the scene shifted/, time slowed/and died
 to early morn, parting mists, the smell of thyme

He was there with his sweetheart , twenty years before
Laughing carousing , being  a great bore
On  a warm summer eve, Singing in the breeze,
 everything brand new,driving up the avenue

Too late he didn’t see the car ,
 flying apart it broke them in two
They all died that eerie summer night
As time passed on by,Still he meets her 
driving up the avenue

He woke in the city once again , a boxer by trade 
Doing his routine , letting time fly 
Pausing to look out the door ,
His eyes wander on a  warm summer eve
As the city passes longingly by

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