Watcher
Voices drifting between the branches
Swept away by the evening chill
Hurried footsteps and loved ones pulled close
First light from fires kindled
Smoke slowly curling into the darkening sky
Loud clangs from vendors closing up shop
Exhaust from tailpipes fills the frigid air
Puff, puff, puff….
Greedily taking up space and creating a haze
Lights change but no one seems to notice or care
A lone vagabond sits slumped over between two pillars
Young lovers gleefully pass without a care in the world
Soothing sounds of a distant musician waft lazily through the scene
Reminiscent of Miles and “In a Silent Way”
Naked and bare without their summer attire
The trees begin to bow against the tight grip of winter’s onset
A lone store front sign dances and hums to its own electric muse
Sirens in the distance
A baby cries somewhere on the top floor and the world spins
All under the watchful eye of the neon moon
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