routine

routine
by p.e. lydon
most cities
sleep
come 5pm and bare sidewalks
remain pristine for the next
day’s morning commute
but there are pockets of insomnia
places where the
broken in
and
hollowed out
lament the ho-hum
drown out the hum-drum
and the spirits keep up spirits
while tales of youth in revolt
are overcome by regrets