Dust of the feet <br />And dust of the wheels, <br />Wagons and people going, <br />All day feet and wheels. <br /> <br />Now. . . <br />. . Only stars and mist <br />A lonely policeman, <br />Two cabaret dancers, <br />Stars and mist again, <br />No more feet or wheels, <br />No more dust and wagons. <br /> <br />Voices of dollars <br />And drops of blood <br />. . . . . <br />Voices of broken hearts, <br />. . Voices singing, singing, <br />. . Silver voices, singing, <br />Softer than the stars, <br />Softer than the mist.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clark-street-bridge/
