10 February 2019

These kind of nights weren’t meant to be braved without camp-fire.

February brings with it 

cold nights and clearer skies. 

I can’t lift my head high enough 

to see the stars hiding behind 

a metal overhang so I look 

at three near the horizon a few 

meters above flatiron peaks.

toes pressed into slate tile as 

ice cubes shift in a water glass, 

I breathe out and my cotton 

t-shirt reminds me it’s deep 

winter in Colorado and these 

kinds of nights weren’t meant 

to be braved without camp-fire 

and I hope the sky will look 

back at me too -- 

those three 

stars calling out from beyond 

Cassiopeia will tell me I’m 

worth something good and 

I’ll believe it -- but there’s 

no sound.

no cosmic assurance I’m 

hoping is out there. I’m not 

surprised, just sufficiently 

cold, and the blue-winged 

light of a jet overhead 

makes me think

I’ve seen 

Venus

for only 

a second.

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[Tony]

During difficult times I think we've all thought we found a special relationship, then we realize it's not what we thought it was. It was something else all together but definitely not "Venus."