outside of downtown
distant skyscrapers with frozen crowns
under huge oak trees
their massive limbs arching over me
walking down your
so
quiet
residential streets
almost every residence with porch in front
roof peaked with gables and dormers
wood cut from old growth northern forests
framed into these homes more than 60 years ago
the single family’s
with the one door
next door to the converted apartments
with their two or three
in the early dark
in the bitter cold
past icicles of ice, of hanging porch lights
my exhalations in crystals
i keep walking
i’m moved onward
by the warmth
of the lights
in your windows
heat flow 