Sixth street at 1 am there are
several blocks of empty parking spaces
parellel to quiet sidewalks
Street lamps above pools of light
A siren in the distance rises, fades
for victims I don't know;
a disaster that I'll never hear about
Above me,
a plane heads out of town
small red and green lights flash goodbye
My footsteps have an echo
have an echo
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