January 2*

find a blanket, a book

yeah, and it’s a good thing
we met last night.

now: cold
wind-driven rain,
a pelting darkness

find a blanket, a book.
no one is talking.

sleep, not fire
draws us, holds us
in this long night of winter

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.

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