Wet City Night

 Light drunkenly reels into shadow;
Blurs, slurs uneasily;
Slides off the eyeballs:
The segments shatter.


Tree-branches cut arc-light in ragged
Fluttering wet strips.

The cup of the sky-sign is filled too full;
It slushes wine over.


The street-lamps dance a tarentella
And zigzag down the street:
They lift and fly away
In a wind of lights.

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