the night’s alive

the night’s alive, the city is aglow,
the crowds of joy assembling apace
as shapes and masses fill each bit of space
along the avenues of come and go

but one, a wanderer, can find no trace
of what the lights portend, no shining grace
that others, he can tell, both see and know:
the night’s alive, but he is barely so

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