I Step Out On My Porch 
   Near Midnight

   Snow,
   flecked by moon made mica.

   Cold, windless air—even
   the roar of the woods
   is faint tonight;

   And faint, too,
   the creak
   of my leather jacket—faint

   As the rigging of a galleon
   heard across the seas of time ....

   While overhead
   Orion faintly flickers.

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Copyright © 2005 by Larry Kimmel