bitter cold, the north wind
kick up the river, rocks the wharf boat:
there is comfort in knowing
we’re all just floating
Category Archives: river life
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
the grip at the edge of the world
cold wharf, whipping wind
this first exhale of winter
tied to choppy unforgiving waters