The sidewalks are closed
For some unneeded repair
All traffic has stopped
Utilities off
Nothing is open nearby
No place to buy words
Tired inspiration
No sensory ingestion
There’s nowhere to walk
Stuck, staring at stairs
Old metal ones with wet paint
Gray, like the weather
Cloudy, cold winter
Without the sun, snow or rain
Only a deep blah…
GraceSyllables 
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