>SURELY, SURELY
>
>wood-smoke in night-
>air, steam of your
>breath before
>your face pricked
>
>with chills, surely
>the tread
>of your homecoming
>beneath the sky's
>
>vault making its haste
>slowly, and surely
>the uneven pavement
>rising, swing
>
>of your arms
>in time
>with your feet and
>breath, in the road
>
>the cars inch past
>each other
>and pass on, warm
>beasts of the night,
>
>their engines
>lowing.
>
>* * *
>
>Dominic
nice work...
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