The winter evening settles down
With smells of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The shower beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
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Poems!New&Old!
PoesiaI do not own any of these poems, I have found&read from a book I had gotten a while back, they are New&Old, I will give credit to whoever wrote it at the bottom of each one! thanks for reading! Don't forget to vote, comment&share!xx
