the streets by the canal are emptyA Poem by m.s.earlyThe streets by the canal are empty tonight (other than her other than I other than the piercing wind winding between these towers). The piercing cold wind that stabs through our scarves sends my hand searching for hers to hurry us along. She clutches like flame clutches to the phoenix hoping to warm again finding the empty hand proposed, And even through the soft leather gloves that separate our skin the ember from her heart emanates a more silent warmth conducting relentlessly through the circuits of my life. And we walk against the wind while the street disappears behind. © 2018 m.s.earlyReviews
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Added on January 15, 2018Last Updated on May 30, 2018 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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