winter’s dismal gloom
frigid shades of gray brown white
Beauty abounds here
cold
Toe to Toe to Toe
Three Stand
face to face
toe to toe to toe
In the cold light
of way past dawn
screaming epithets
for the downcast eyes
and hustling footsteps
to not notice
pretend to not hear
Nigga I aint talkin a you
Nigga I AINT talkin a you
I SAID NIGGA I aint TALKIN A YOU
They stand
In the cold light of day
They three
in the sad cold empty
not quite shutter locked
store front
of the dirty city
and cry
to be heard
over the cruel silence of the city
and the plaintive cry
of the gulls
snowy morning
I step out
into the silence
of the snow fall
the sounds of
the too close city
muted
by the hiss
of the snow on snow
I step
gingerly down
white icy stairs
creeping
through the powdered sugar donut world
eight degrees
bites at my nose
tugs at my lungs
brings cold tears
stinging
there is magic
in the not yet dawn
that draws me
from my lonely cave
Clandestine Writing... 