SNOWFALL IN A STREETLAMP

Kristian Beatty

Snowfall in a streetlamp.

The night sky’s kiss.

Not any streetlamp, mind you.

The ones with the old bulbs.

The ones with a nostalgic glow.

How they flicker and how they dance.

It’s really quite the show.

You’ve seen it all before.

Those soft lights.

That quiet snow.

In countless suburban nights

Spent under nostalgic lights.

You ran and you laughed

And they never seemed to end.

You played and you danced.

In the glowing lights.

Just like the soft fall of snow.

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Look up.

Just one of these nights

Take your time

with the snow

and the lights.