The Streetlights

Streetlights

For months the streets were dark, streetlights disconnected

Citizens were shadows, businesses uneventful

Difficult to see as one rides through the city.

Cathedral security  and vehicle high beams

the only light puncturing the dark.

The streetlights are back on now

The main thoroughfare is lit

The lamps flicker in the subdued dawn

Slowly fade  as the sun rises.

The streetlights are back on

Partners to cracked sidewalks

Arcs of safety spreads over the cement.

Once mysterious, gloomy, and foreboding

Bus stops are now cradles of waiting.

The streetlights are back on

Boarded windows and  barred doors still remain

Ancient litter and dust hug the curbs

crumbling decades of neglect deep rooted.

The streetlights are back on

Perhaps a voice of opportunity

The wake-up  call to restoration

A stake claim to fuel hope.

The streetlights are back on now

A song to me as well

As I take a final work day drive

Then retreat to a new job in the suburbs.

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About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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