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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