observe: a peach moon
above the iron-dark earth
that’s showing through from under
season’s first snow

shrouding those who sleep under
the overpass tonight in 
the camp we all know is there
but try to ignore

who are tending the small
surreptitious fire
which keeps them
probably alive

despite the highway
and the railway
roaring at intervals
into the dark of morning

somehow the quiet
of city hunkering down
to try and stay warm
in this wind and snow

clamors more loudly
than either one
smothers them under
the peachstone moon



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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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