The cool wind cuts
across the cheek
of a faceless vagrant
on this crowded
empty
night
Lights flash
Cars slip down the street
And scores of unknown people
remain unknown
Drifting on the night air
notes sweet and harsh
both
add to the haunting
of this crowded 
empty 
night
Street preachers hawk their hope
false as it may be
They shout at the revelers
when the One they follow
would be along side
the less than sober
on this crowded
empty 
night
Wanderers in search 
of meaning
no, of respite maybe
elusive either way
Seekers hope it is their last
this crowded
empty
night

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