An Empty Street Scene

A handful of automobiles

Or just one mentally ill

Would stay and just fill.

Walking nor slushing,

The sun is out shouting--

Could just be the beginning!

Barren, oh how you are!

Without sturdy structures to bar

A sullen horizon from afar.

Sculpt the dreary air, please.

A seagull's masterpiece...

Gliding in the midst of peace!

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