Day 63

metal hulls dance, bump on winter waves
like old lovers at a class reunion

the wind acts bow and rosin
against the lines, they sing

Day 64

it’s lonely without the nightwalkers
they do not show themselves to me

spring is on the heel
but not yet splashed in the sunrise

and there is talk of what’s coming
though no one listens

Day 65

the air kissed
with a renewed sun

roaming herds of joggers,
placard wearing tourists

the momentum of the season
building: listen to the boiler burn

deep in the soul machine