Carnival of life

Streetlamps, the stars of this town,
bear witness to the little streams of people
waltzing their way to the main plaza,
their delta, engulfed in smoke.
Some are praying for the dead,
some are hoping for a living,
others are watching some body,
none of them are juggling fire.
All are here to be.
Joy is enshrined in this carnival of life,
but not on every face.