Broken Street Light
That particular part of the night
Gloom blew with the fall red dry leaves,
Looking like red fireball candy & red wine
Briefly, echos ascend and descend nearby
Sidewalks get colder with each step
Traffic Jam plays silently in mind surrounded by a desolate land lot, under a broken street light
Silent into the night it turns out to be when the last daylight for the day leaves without a trace
While red leaves blow in the wind, quietly and down the street under a broken street light
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