One from just now

There were lights. There were lights here where we sang. There were lights here where we sang, huddled around the lamp-posts, caroling, cajoling, released without paroling, here together in our cautious hands-up new friendship. Here we are in parkas, hard-nosed and everywhere else; we don't take up enough of this panoramic picture we look like scenery compared to the streetlights, burning alone, broadcasting to us 'come and go as you please.' You've been here before.