Wednesday, November 21, 2012

in passing through


in passing through

it was a semi-still
quasi-silent night

there is no baby Jesus
unless i birth him

November 18th, 2012
is the description set
not in stone
at 11:30 something PM

it is not too cold
the air is not moving
save from my exhalations
as i smoke my last cigarette
for this day

the drying autumn leaves
are softly rustling
acknowledging my breath
that which i give to them
that they may breath
in their waning moments of life

a dog with no rivals
barks and pierces my consciousness.
all he wants perhaps is . . .
the world to notice

in passing through


© 18 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.


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