The moon grows full
In this amber streetlight sky.
Orange pelican bulbs pulse
On... off... on... off...
As cars leave misty trails in the
Soggy tarmac road.

A curtain is closed.
A couple walk hand in hand, smiling,
Perfectly in time and rhythm.
Electricity sings out,
Its constant monotone hum my only company.

With every day that grows shorter,
The air will grow colder.
The leaves will darken and fall
And the skeleton trees will compose
A ragged pavement collage
On this street.
My street, where I sit with my thoughts.

I look again to the sky and smile.
Soon, the moon will veil itself as a reminder
That all is not lost, simply hidden from view -
And the symphony of which we are all
A brief, short note
Plays on.