Sunday, September 27, 2009

winter (feel)

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i remember so well
its smell its feel
the lamplight is soft and golden on the peeling wallpaper
and thumbtacked pictures of past chapters
outside the night is black,
buried in snow.
but the streetlights glow a cold and beautiful orange
in the fireplace the embers twinkle.
home
the kettle whispers comfort
this old house creaks
tells you the ones you love are warm and safe in their beds.
the streets are deserted
Montreal is sleeping.


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