I drive by
offering-spheres of streetlight,
sparse-sensual, shivering,
ragged-night-dressed,
vulnerable, whispering,
'I still love you.'
I stop and take
my laptop
from the boot.
Gibbous moon
by golden-oak.
A boy peers out
of lighted windows,
nose to glass,
puzzling what keeps me
standing in the dark.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
