It is pitch black outside
You can only see under the projection
Of spaced street lights
And even they are surrounded by fog.
It would seem eerie,
But tonight
The glowing mist
Is the electricity
We are feeling -
That high hope
Above the cold,
Damp pavement
The lamp posts dim,
But winning.
Copyright LJ 2020
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