"Shade and Shadow Street" (Entry 63)

Nothing but broken pavement
hugging mould on the skirt of dirty brickwall.
At empty lane's end,
the smashed street lamp on blackened pole gives no light
to slabs or curb.
A used crisp packet blows beyond
picked out in yellowed glow of
the nearest working lantern,
disappearing in the gloom between
'til gone.
Shades and shadows of a grubby past.