The Ghosts of the city
Cry out in vain
As they watch from the windows
covered in rain

People rush by them
without any care
Not one person
to stop and to stare

The Faces of scholars,
Actors, and men;
of ladies and bums
and little children

They watch from the windows
hoping to see
someone who calls
the ghost from the sea

Or remembers the chill
in the middle of the night
of the ghosts who came to visit
When they turned out the light.

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