Daylight Savings Hour

By: Nathan

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Rain’s falling back into the sky
as the sidewalks ran dry.
Smoke returned to my cancer stick
as sound played its little tricks-

Heard a nonsensical garble
amongst the rabble,
traffic in reverse flow,
suffering concrete sickness-
Plebs against momentum,
thoughtless and feckless.
A pounding rhythm
burst through the still air,
St Elmo’s flames tearing through the night,
extinguished by novelty and sight;
from red to green,
from beige to grey.

old faces,
old avenues and old blocks
old habits and old friends
old promises and old rocks

Some loss of sorts
in an unknowing tomorrow,
I know only Yesterdays past
bricked in the empty drains
of its concrete heart.