transportation

Sweet silence—

staggering down SW Market.

Unique foliage glistens

under dimming lights.

Walking with others,

feeling unaccompanied,

but secretly smiling.

Stores closing their doors,

beginning to slumber and awaiting

thousands of footsteps on their backs.

Bums crawl under blankets,

crickets start to speak.

Streetcars recharging

until tomorrow.

The city sleeps,

tonight.