Midnight in a Downtown Alley

Long after commuters have said goodbye Flurries of snow fall from the sky Into the charcoal canyon below A measure of silence the God bestowed. Florescent street lamps cast shadows around Their bluish light barely streaming to the ground Where cracks in the pavement are barely found Yet patches of ice shimmer like mirrors. All of the windows firmly closed Keep out the sting of the January night Traces of figures appear in the windows They quickly depart as the pigeons take flight.