Thousands of bright spots
The Sodium Vapour street- light,
At the corner spot,
Shimmering over the water-pool,
Breaking into thousands of illuminated dots,
Creating a visual pattern unique;
And enticing a street kid,
Tired and grim,
Her attention caught,
By the floating bright spots,
All moving, shining like beckoning stars,
Imprisoned in that dirty rain- pool,
Nestling near the edge of
The broken street,
In a pot-hole wide,
On this dark October night,
On a deserted mid-night street,
With shuttered-down shops,
No decent human in sight,
Only denizens—
Weeping stray dogs,
Few addicts, immobile,
And a howling wind for
Her sole company,
The home is there—
On the cold marble threshold,
Outside the closed shop,
Where, unknown to the child,
Hover unseen,
Dripping fangs and cruel talons,
Other urban vampires.

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