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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