Midnight
flight
In
the midst of winter not a seagull crowed
the
skies were black as space
heralding
snow
the
ocean swelled indifferently in the dry cold night
and
a healthy breeze for drifts began to blow
I
wondered how many houses would face power cuts tonight
how
many trees would topple under an icy weight
how
many birds would die without
the
warm dry ground
and
where the insects went to
the
cars about the town were making a different sound
like
the whistling of an airstream
and
not a living soul around
the
marina's rattling chains and the swaying streetlights' creak
eerie
as any phantom
or
sea-witch in lace
as
repetitive as the memory of the time you saw her face
and
sharp as the reasons you came here
the
decision you came to make
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