Auld Lang Syne
On a narrow street of Singalong
spreads and banners hang along
Wreaths of subjects and icon
flourish within the alleys of lexicon.
As acid waters plunge,
dirt and dust lounge.
Tin roofs clang, rants and rats run.
Not all streets boom with a bang
Only in the street of auld lang syne.
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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