Friday, December 18, 2009

tonight in Baltimore

this snow falls quiet,
accumulating on your
black poodle until

she shakes her pristine
body, tail, curls in a sine
wave under a lone

street lamp narrated
only by the low hum of

from a neighbors Christmas
lights, and the scrape of a snow
plow so far away.

1 comment:

east side bride said...

mmmmm. a regional haiku.