#127. evening fragment

December 30, 2009

the east river is running cold tonight light shivers in a stiff breeze
the frozen grinding stones of the bridge hold travelers steady
so they turn to a warm home where singing life waits
the spirits thrive and the small gold hound snores.

One Response to “#127. evening fragment”

  1. Evelyn said

    The length of the lines feels decadent.
    I like it, its different.
    I also love the ones involving
    the “small gold hound”.
    Mythological in my mind…

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