Song of the moment: Bonobo - Black Sands
Suspension
by Trey Campbell
The misshapen branches silhouetted
Against a frigid still-frame beyond
The yellow and blue of late afternoon
And of early Winter's dark yearning.
While these brick walls protect me
From the cold that lies beyond
I sit alone for the first time in weeks.
Truly alone, in the most healthy way.
A long time coming, my frantic life
Paces itself down to that of
The misshapen branches silhouetted
As my frigid, still frame looks on.
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