Exodus, a Street Lament

Exodus, a Street Lament
Exodus, a Street Lament

The streets are almost empty,
the echo of the peak hour stampede a memory,
as a paper wrapper skims the pavement
in an intermittent bluster,
as the smell of the emptiness pervades,
and neon s light up as sun fades,
as the grit of day passed, settles.

Shadows long cut the walkways,
as final rays stretch in last breath yield,
as shadows consume the days end,
and lights colored stark, appear,
as solemn steps by a few stragglers, ring,
padding sneakers and clicking stilettos,
echo sharp against weary walls.

Traffic hums in exodus,
flashing lights, blinkers and beams cutting night,
the smell of rubber and metal fumes array,
as stars appear over this day decay,
peaking through slow cloud strays,
and a last orange flash from horizon’s womb,
a day done tomb.

Down the west end, neon light beginnings,
clubs and eateries full,
chatter, wine and beer on tap resumes,
to dull the problems that day consumes,
and laughter lingers long,
rejecting heavy brows with mirth,
as salacious gathering exact a lonely wanting.

And darkness encroaches the city,
settling down, dust amassed in past,
and office buildings a thousand square lights,
as glass and metal spires reach for heaven,
and workers late do strive for raises and promotions,
chasing better lives,
each day in prison walls.

Those who escape, sit weary eyed,
in front of the TV, with meals upon their laps,
wondering where it’s at,
and beckoning bed does call,
until that morning light will draw
another city day to being,
days like stars an endless march of life.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

6 thoughts on “Exodus, a Street Lament

  • September 29, 2017 at 12:13 AM
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    Cities are always humming, day and night. I remember working in Seattle and the relief I felt on the long drive home going north to my quiet little town and quiet evenings. Nicely penned piece, Tony.

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  • September 29, 2017 at 12:31 AM
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    Thanks Phyllis, yes I’m not a city person, too noisy and chaotic for me. Cheers!

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  • October 4, 2017 at 12:17 PM
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    I am quite fond of the city, but only for a brief period of time. I could not be a city dweller. What you describe here is perfect. The way the streets clear when its time to drink. I loved it. Nice one Tony.

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