revel in the mild night
a sense of rain riding the air
too cool to be spring
the post-commute traffic washes by
this spot I stand, still grateful for dry boots
[from upcoming Watchman’s Journal installment: “Wharf Fung Shui”]
dry socks make the man
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and some are tied off for that stretch of a moment
bitter cold, the north wind
kick up the river, rocks the wharf boat:
there is comfort in knowing
we’re all just floating
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.]