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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