It is Autumn

It is Autumn and the streets reflect
the lights, where gutters, blocked with sodden leaves
and packaging from some fast food outlet,
form puddles as the rush hour traffic weaves
close by pedestrians, who, crowding in the street,
scurry, dodging splashes and the rain.
Departing closing stores, they rush to meet
their pals in pubs, or else some early train.
In a patch of shelter by the mall
a homeless man tries selling magazines
to unmoved passers by, whilst all
the time the rain falls down in streams.
The coloured lights wink, sparkle, flash and shine
To tell us this is fun near Christmastime.

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