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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the city is closing for the night stores draw their blinds one by one every street is dark save for the dim Downtown streetlights bending at the neck like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers and Carnegie have built the city in layers: clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels what is not there than fortune? Further Downtown has changed with neon lights flashing from 4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you leave Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries and other places that make Cleveland a great City of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt and his lover’s body was once found in the cold snow it’s his third job of the day but you can’t find eggs on his dinner table in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry
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