Hazy Shade of Winter

I remember the bench
by winter’s canal
where I leaned forward
and smoked, hand on knee.

There where lungs filled
with cold dreams and
peace, drawn from
a city as it passed.

How night fell on
heavy breath and burning light,
thick with life of
promise and bubbling lust.

Wind’s chill cut the dark
and opened heavy eyes,
resting on the bench
by winter’s canal.

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