Poem – Crowd gathers in a cold city, in February

A slow sunrise
behind rooftops and elm.

Winters breath across
a frozen lake.

Flock of birds heading east
near silence their cry.

Airplanes shadow across
the stone bridge.

A crowd gathers in line
for coffee and doughnuts.

A child passes on a
rusted red bicycle.

A few people turn
and watch him

ascend the hill
and disappear over the top.

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