Returning Through the Blue Manhattan Streets When Evening Dies

Abandoned streets
   Reveal a city’s state
From each I see
   Reflected light in clouds
The path I take
   Shows lights in neon red
From each a hill
   Above the midnight crowds
The birds are gone
   Departed sunset winds
A new moon came
   Between the wind-blown shrouds
Somewhere out there
   A green-filled gate awaits
For now I walk
   And sing this verse out loud

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