I apologize for not posting in a while. When life calls, I must answer. Anyway, here's another shout-out to another classmate from Poetry.
Midnight on the Bay
Mist creeps, thick and heavy, down the forgotten avenue
Drifting almost hesitantly, a river damned
With boarded windows through which no patrons streamed
Solemn silence wafts abrasively through
The skeletal remains of this broken district
No music playing save the rhythm of godly breath
Through the bones of the city
Cobblestones drag down, winding and narrow
The mist, lit by the ghostly celestial body above
Snaked ponderously along, determined
To make its nightly pilgrimage from the sea
Written by: Brian Willoughby
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