Street laurel

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  • Kept aside so long in time –
    Walks in alley of places deprived;
    Pictures pretty etched to despair
    When conjured, fastened to pain aware.
    Shattered hailstones on rooftops loud,
    Clouds of rain o’er washed down town.
    Old street lamps of the brightest few;
    Dun street ditches draw steps uneven.
    Lonesome on crossroads, dusky ripples or bronze
    Drops, so playful, train down umbrella ends.
    Darkened leaves that spatter against the crimson sky,
    Their broad contours enlivened along the tree-line.
    One way uplifts where signpost is maimed due,
    Market bound, perhaps for a boon companion too.