IT’S COLDER THAN A PIGEON

It’s colder than a pigeon

in the wilderness

of decision.

We

wait

for the child

to emerge from

pain into possibility

of

survival. Nobody

knows what will happen.

In the suburbs of imagination

there is a streetlight

flickering

in

the

gentle

darkness.

It will burn out

like our pretension

to righteousness, which

was never

really