Winding Down

warm unlit shop signs 

nothing tumbling but the weeds 

streetlights broadcasting empty stages

cold stone where soles stood while the sun was high

not xmas but 

wrapping up the present 

surrounded by loving energy

warm glows from window pane boxes 

a gathering of souls

memory invoking laughter

a gratitude that can be tasted

lingers in the air

consuming until sleep turns into peace 

awaiting the sun

to signal a start of another day

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