And burns and runs
Down pavements, lanes
The light's are out
And no one's home
Broken glass lies underfoot
Light pools in puddles
Where dropped keys lie
Abandoned, dead
Without a cry
Windows blackened
Darkened, chastened
Curling mists halt
From old brick chimneys
Quickly stifled
Wet roads steam
Off heat from the day
As rain pounds
And rubs
Them cold
Paper flaps down
Flying, soaring
And dies
On the grey land
Barren, deserted
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