December Streets

JM Robyn

The stars of the open sky: matched tonight by man's electric fortresses.
They live and battle as towering showcases of the holiday festivities.

A stranger approaches me - filthy, toothless, and without a home.
He grips me with both arms and we wish each other fortune with wide smiles.

Then I stumble on -- through the black, jolly streets of Christmas Eve,
and I am humming holy carols about some old stable or another.

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