1/20/2011

a moment

sounds muffled

 patio chairs sit askew

 chilly white cushions host a ghostly party

night
gray
  white

shadows soft

 crunching sound of a salty road

puppy moves, a black silhouette

footprints crisp

sky dark velvet

solitary

but not
alone

a moment quiet to breathe

nose grows cold

fingers tingle

 wiggling damp fur in my arms

I head slowly back to the warm



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