the winter evening settle down br with smell of steaks in passage ways br six o clock br the burnt out end of smokey days br and now a gusty shower wraps br the grinny scraps br of withered about your feet br and newspapers from vac aunt lots br the shower beat br and broken blind end of chimney pots br and at the corner of the street br a lonely cab horse steams and stamps br and then the lightning of the lampsbr br Saffan Asifbr br