I Step Out On My Porch Near Midnight - Poem by Larry Kimmel
flecked by moon made mica.
Cold, windless air—even
the roar of the woods
is faint tonight;
And faint, too,
of my leather jacket—faint
As the rigging of a galleon
heard across the seas of time....
Orion faintly flickers.
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