Parade

Parade –

Cold, dark, empty silence.                                                                                          Dark, vacant, long streets;                                                                                          light slippery frigid snow.

Band of yellow waves                                                                                           behind tired tooting trucks.                                                                                    Band toots tunes arear.

Around the corner turns                                                                                                dark to light tethers                                                                                                                                     in seconds only, tithings. 

Dark streets briefly lit.                                                                                                   Echoes, candles of past;                                                                                               fades quietly in history.