Archive for December, 2014

December 21, 2014

Writing Late on a Winter Night

HollyBerry

Photo: literophanes.com

 

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Words like flurries dust the December ground,

Unsettled only by the blades of ice skaters in the park.

A lone plastic holly berry sits at the bottom of subway stairs

Before the F train that carries riders in Santa suits.

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Artificial firs aglow in high rise windows.

Colored bulbs adorn fire escapes.

Ornamented garland drapes the railings of brownstones.

A hanging star flashes from a sublevel apartment window.

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Above the graffiti patchwork covering the heights,

The aged sky is hushed with sweet bakery smells.

No echoes of horns, or sirens, or protesting voices

Fall with the flurries.

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Inside the dog is asleep on an uneven floor,

Undisturbed by the banging of pipes

Or midnight words that fall from my fingers on keys

As I write sipping apple brandy and bitters.

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