out the door and to the left
voices tug gently at my senses
softly lit and kindly handled
a lull, harmonious
in the storm, on the square
of a town I don’t belong in
a curious character stirs my thoughts
and later, for days
my body and heart.
out of the snow, left thinking
about small things:
symbolism
big souls, and
what loyalty means in my life.
November 2013