Floodlights have flared on behind and above
Where I sit in my public chair.
The lawn that had gradually darkened has brightened.
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Oh invite you to read my poem Cricket In The City...as your description of the familiar settings resonated with me. I love how you take us through the coldness of the city, to leave us with the warmth of the woman, relaxed in her read. Quite beautiful. I think I will think of lonely, now, in a different light. PEACE
I saw in this, not only the rhythm of a city but the routines of its inhabitants and the subtle shades of loneliness. Thanks for sharing, Geoffrey