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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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Date: 11/15/2014 11:01:00 PM
lovely write, Richard! i became a watcher like the moon with your very vivid description. love the imagery
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