A day and a night and a day of mist
clears at a night’s sun fall.
A quiet wind whines overhead,
the city begins to resurface.
Damp roads appear to be lacquered,
cars still wet as any wave.
Glossy windows reflect the glow
of a sullen moon, of lamp posts,
like riddled fireflies
throughout a silent dew pond.
The melting mist reveals the worth
of metropolitan streets, only briefly forgotten;
but now silvered in droplets,
plastering a shinning city.
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