Crawl home through the midnight city
streets crisp as week old vegetables
just one more unedited shadow erased
in the line spacing between street lights
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a round in a cruel gentle snow globe
a light snow kicks around the wharf
the currrent of traffic sounds cuts the cold air
my tobacco pipe, the only natural light
againt cityscape’s purple-highlit darkness
a broken tanka from “Listening to the Choppy Waves in late November”
hot shop coffee
and colds apple pie:
a balm against
this first bone cutting
wind of winter
[from a forthcoming installment of “The Watchman’s Journal” at From Mile Post 604, the Port of Louisville on Substack.]