Sunday, February 23, 2014

February Blues

The city is a tired eye
swaddled scarf
a pulled down hat

Wind an unchained mongrel
its relentless grip
clamped onto bones

Snow banks form a frozen surf
car exhaust fog low hung
over a sea of yellow headlights

We are the cave people
dark and gutteral
in search of hibernation

in wait for that morning
when the sun outstretched
extends the evening

Debbie Calverley

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