From dusk to dawn

The flurry of feet

Hurried along the street

The needs of the day

Their desire to meet.

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The street is a happy place to be

With many things that you get to see

Sometimes, it might even be a clown

Or a lady wearing a frown.

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At times, it’s a happy looking dog

With its owner going on a jog

Or the man with the briefcase

He seems to be quite in  a haste.

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Some streets are dark

Some streets are light

Some streets are dirty

They’ll give you a fright

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Yet each street has its own soul

The heartbeats 

Of the passing feet

That brings it to life.

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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha 

Street, The Daily Post prompt.