November 26, 2021 - Every winter I give you my best

Manhattan aglow means I can hear you
sleeping in my dreams. Everything is
filtered taxi cab yellow, and from Tenth
Avenue I look up and watch two men
in all black run north along the High Line.
It’s cold and I can see their breath waving
goodbye and holding in the air they’ve left.
Every winter I give you my best. This year
is silence, a walk along the Hudson, red wine,
long pauses of shadows, and apologies implied.