#116. Out Cold

December 19, 2009

Out cold
over the east river
the snow blows
and the ghosts
flow in and out
of the arches
of the brooklyn bridge
small biting flakes
the only living
soul walking
the span.

2 Responses to “#116. Out Cold”

  1. Sara said

    Captures the gestalt of a Manhattan snow storm.

  2. zevstar said

    Just found out that the night I wrote and published this poem, a woman attempted suicide by jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. She was rescued.

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