Someone sits waiting
For someone to paint.
Otherwise, the street
Is wholly empty
Of any people,
Any interest.
The painter’s working
Anyway, trying
To get the exact
Shade of the pavement,
The grey that conveys
Not lonesomeness but,
What is this? Comfort?
Comforting emptiness.
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