it was a semi-stillquasi-silent night
there is no baby Jesusunless i birth him
November 18th, 2012is the description setnot in stoneat 11:30 something PM
it is not too coldthe air is not movingsave from my exhalationsas i smoke my last cigarettefor this day
the drying autumn leavesare softly rustlingacknowledging my breaththat which i give to themthat they may breathin their waning moments of life
a dog with no rivalsbarks and pierces my consciousness.all he wants perhaps is . . .the world to notice
in passing through
© 18 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
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