rolling road on Christmas night
sparse humanity in dimmed light
past closed and darkened doors
traffic lights’ automatic oversight
green, yellow, red — repeat
view from windshield grants peeks
stools, chairs upturned for cleaning
no one home, spare a few cuisines
Indian, Thai, a pub here and there
the sole glow of life in evidence
diners wrapped in their warm presents
laughter silenced from this distance
like a painting in a picture book, in motion
bartender tends to bar hoppers
food is fed to the lost noshers
driving for driving’s sake, late
trees wound with strands of bulbs
fast food restaurants with sad souls
choirs singing hymns on the radio
nowhere to go
nowhere to go
happy, though

~ EC



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