outside of downtown

distant skyscrapers with frozen crowns

under huge oak trees

their massive limbs arching over me

walking down your



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