Deja Vu
On the front porch again
Listening to four a.m.
The indigo sky visible between buildings
Is tinted copper by too many street lights
It's cold out tonight
And the cops are next door once more
Thanks to the guy who only speaks
With his fists
Stray cats dodge the random car
Dogs howl at the sirens in the distance
And the crickets are singing their final good-byes
Autumn comes again
In the wee small hours
Creeping in, sneaking up, catching hold.
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