THAT SLIPPERY SENSE A WORLD IS OPENING
Silver-blue brightness coats the streets
with quiet glitter,
ice covered in powder, run over
by thinning rubber & diffident rain.
Car lights dart like
furtive animals on a night chase,
while reds & greens change with
The destination is local.
Near the pier he rests, across the bay
dancing luminescence is taken in silence,
broken only by the salt smell &
bubble burps of water splashes
on the sea wall;
where he takes a stone
& washes it with longing,
tossing it back to the
where it might
dream of the future.
Faithful, he rises to leave,
out between the
trees behind him,
smelling the night,
catching wolves in