Thursday, November 4, 2021

Evening Vignette

Salt life
Mist over the stacks
As we turn inward
On the quiet streets
Save the occasional 
Scrape of in-line skates.
The patio people
Have moved inside.

I feel the pull 
From that old friend
Like a light bulb 
Freeing my brain.
The community 
Is finally
Available for me
To imagine.