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A Walk to a Pier


The winter turned out to be the shade of my tears.

We were walking through Riverside Park

when I noticed this phenomenon.


I looked at you askance and desperate.

Your breath rose indifferently into the gray air

smearing into the warm hue

uttered by a red light that pulsed gently

at the end of a dock.

There, a little wreck of a boat

treaded water breathlessly,

drifting away piece by piece

into the Hudson River.


I stood weak and quiet

until out of me came a far away voice,

“By spring I’ll be gone.”



[Originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Jones.htm.]