Streetlight

The lights glimmer so bright

With their missing letters

Here and there

The shops all closed,

Except for a few

Who hope to snare another passerby

The streets are dark

And no one is about

Save for a few souls wandering

Hurriedly to nowhere

The streets are empty

But for a few cars

And the streetlights click on

In a flood of orange

Chasing away those shadows

That prowl and skulk shadily

Who hunt like predators, hungry

Those shadows that creep around

In alleys

In shops

In courtyards

In parks

Around corners

At crosswalks

But not where the light pools

In the middle of the street

That circle of safety

From the darkness

From the silence

From the desolation

Here, in the dark

A safe harbor