Winter's Soul

Winter's Soul




I take in small strides
the dim light, the dark night
the howling, winding winds,
and the snow, fallen now,
reflecting every shade of street
and glowing lamps.

The sound of drinkers, drunk,
and tramps making shrill cat calls,
covered in warm fur coats.
reviling revelry
reminiscing, coalescing,
disentangling
into separate cabs.

The curb is wet with
snow fall, tire grime.
muddied oil spins rainbows near
the gutters edge.
my footprints step
lazily, incongruent
in un-linear paths
and are swallowed up.

Beneath the luminescence of heaven, drowned.
passengers calling out to whores.
humanity swelling remorsefully.
men practicing confidence
with dull eyes.
I step on un-linear,
immune,
my footsteps swallowed  by hungry drudge.