The Western Arms, 1551

Months after

Still distant observer

Mute and obscured in dark

Again at this platform

over treetops and alleyways

I preside over alleycats

raccoons, the nocturnal denizens

that scatter from the light

they find safety

in the night

These sleepless hours I pace

awake to see

what secrets the night

would carry off before dawn

Almost the same hour

voices, urgent

Crying

Not anguish, anger

This night has forgotten

Autumn’s sweet parting kiss

upon the air

the last time

The air is cold

March’s reluctant grasp

hurls it malice

like the words hissing

across the distance

where I receive them unknown

I feel no sorrow this time

No grief rises from the pavement

The bitter venom is spent now

Victor and vanquished lie together

And when the light returns

blood preserved in ice and snow

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  1. Wow that was unusual. I just wrote an very long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t appear. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyway, just wanted to say fantastic blog!

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