That winter evening when you’re walking your dog in the dark…

                 and it sounds like another dog is coming toward you at a thousand miles an hour….



but it turns out there is a fence

and your chest has gone tight


in the calm, cold air.





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                    front porch

                                                                  and night air



                                                                   refrigerator-door ice

                     and whiskey


                     tears on my glass

                                                                                                         condensing delightful drops


                     darkness –

                                                                  a rider’s cloak


spirit sheltered by this night



*in response to The Daily Post – Trio No. 3
“your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears”