mke

Six hours of light.
I stood staring over that bridge as the snow would fall. again.
Lightly atop the grey knit cap
given to me by someone named "Mitzi"
Milwaukee River
frozen.
Six months. Six hours of light.
"It's the shortest day of the year."
Milwaukee was tinged with a blue hue. A working-class undertow. Sweeping the business class
under the rug.
"Do you like it when I have to wear a tie?"
My first inclination is disgust.
Suit-and-tie guy.
Dead Kennedys would never let me live this down.
Those trees were dormant for so long I thought they'd never bloom again.
We were shaded.
We were the background noise
in a sketch that we weren't in.
We were paths that never should have crossed.
icy fork in the river,
trapped. trapping life with it's tundra tines.
Sustaining under a thick crust.
I had traversed every bridge within city limits
in the snow.
Run every mile.
I had no idea how far.