That is enough itself to make me glad.
They glow themselves, without the aid of light
And loosen what I hadn't noticed had
Grown tense. I'd almost say it's sad
How quickly everything falls into place:
I'm standing taller. I feel like a cad,
Cheating on the city I'd replace
That doesn't run this kind of nighttime race.
It's not it's fault. But there are people here
Refusing to cede night the public space:
No emptiness. No darkness. And no fear.
Even here they sleep sometimes, of course,
But by free choice, and not by night's brute force.
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