Saturday, January 4, 2014

YUKON GOLD

Through the swollen
white west-

side streets of yet
another

snow-
stolen
midmorning—the wind

of the cold
city keeps blowing

around
something unmistakable—

the smell
of folks

locked-
up
in their

apartments—
cooking heavy breakfasts.

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