Floodlights


Green light washes over the wall
While you and I thread through an eager throng
Folks come and go for fourteen days
Till the show packs up and goes away.

Away with the show go the green floodlights
And the initial white light, once a familiar sight,
Strikes oddly.

Weeks later, the bare whiteness still recalls
The green glare of nights long gone
If you, beloved, should ever vanish away
My colorless days will still remember your verdant ray.

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