Into the fading

Outsiders along the walks move
Between the cubes and spaces
putting in their time, turning over their thoughts
Some reaching, quietly hopeful
Dodging the quakes like duck and cover
Some entrenched with years spent waiting
Bullying to keep your place as leaders
Resemble the second alley gangs  of youth
where the Burton Street winos live, picked
Their poison, drinking, smiling behind-the-scenes
While what once good descends into the fading

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