The single floodlight
Blinking away the falling snow
Stands guard over
The intersection
The coffee shop
The church
The grocery
Poke their heads out
Of the shadows
To listen
There are no arguments
At the cafe tables
No gossip
Under the bus stop sign
The tracks left by
Urgent appointments
Are covered now
Anger is spent
Worry is locked away
For a little while
All is holy
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