Memories from Night

DSC_0001Night is the flicker of cigarette ash out the window. Someone whistles in tune as the snow rides the wind down, down. He calls out to the face he thinks he remembers in the muck of a road, but the memory is grit stains and brown ponds, and the taxi drowns the torchlight out.

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