knee deep in
this icy brook
my vision clears

stone still
on the church steps—
no one's son

homeless no more—
the soles of his shoes
white with frost

yellow police tape
crackles in cold wind—
patch of red ice

mown roses
in this madman's garden—
a hard rain

ice-fisherman
frost-brittle line still
in pale fingers

dead-end alley
darker than vacant sky—
yowl of a cat

zoo mothers
clutch their babies
both sides of bars

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Email: denismgarrison@yahoo.com       City & Country: Monkton, Maryland, USA
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