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Midnight empties the street

Of all but us

Three

I am undecided which way back

To the left a boy

вАФOne wing has been washed in rain

The other will never be clean any moreвБ†вАФ

Pulling door-bells to remind

Those that are snug

To the right a haloed ascetic

Threading houses

Probes wounds for souls

вАФThe poor canвАЩt wash in hot waterвБ†вАФ

And I donвАЩt know which turning to take

Since you got home to yourselfвБ†вАФfirst