So Times Poem by James Mills

So Times

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These streets.
These streets, are wet,
stern with the gloss of grey cement.

Mean to say.
The sly grace of those
who walk them
with unconsidered pace
and talk them -
glittering in the askance light
and brimming dark.

In their sad hoorahs
in sad bars
they are
still
somebody.
For somebody is everyone
in these glowing streets,
these mean-time streets.

Hello and cheerio.

And, someday -
someday
please say
these streets are
ours.

Ours for the while,
me and you.

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