Snow packed, dreams drifting.
I opened the package, the tape
stuck to my fingers, the debris of
plastic bubbles and cardboard within
cardboard. Unwrap, unpack,
inside, something I knew was going
to arrive.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Snow packed, dreams drifting.
I opened the package, the tape
stuck to my fingers, the debris of
plastic bubbles and cardboard within
cardboard. Unwrap, unpack,
inside, something I knew was going
to arrive.