A spectacle
Spectacular
When spied
Through a set
Of spectacles
Sparkles
And shines
With something
Made solvent
By smiles
Sleek and gleaming
Through the slats
That separate
Several
Huddled souls
From the sleet without
But not from being serenaded
By the shill
And sold
Such things of rare imaginings
They hardly seem to exist at all
The gold shifted from their pockets
Sifted from the brick-a-brack
Out of sight
And insight beneath the shadows
As they wave so long
The crowd slowly
Shuffling away.
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