A solitary streetlamp shines
Illuminating an idyllic scene
Highlighted by snow angels
In place of autumn green
A lonely man sits vigil near
Possessed of more than melancholy
With his head between his hands
Hiding what he cannot see
A drifting snowflake descends
On its way to meet the ground
Perfectly proportioned in every way
Straining hard to make a sound
A doe-eyed deer crosses the road
With thoughts of home in mind
Its breath visible in the air
Its hoofprints hard to find
A woman opens her screen door wide
Shivering in her thin white frock
She calls out to the lonely man
And gestures to the shifting clock
The solitary streetlamp dims
Then goes out with an audible hiss
As the deer reaches yonder woods
And the two people begin to kiss
A door closes in the gathering gloom
Shutting out the sounds of the street
As the snow angels begin to drift
And the street’s heart continues to beat.
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