My home
this morning 
a chill
and I 
a dog
huddled in
front of 
fire warming 
king in
his castle 
hermit in
his cave 
all but
the same 
cold does 
that reduces 
men to 
little boys 

City hints
beyond curtains 
a whisper 
of life
and a
whistle from 
a far
away train 
everything sleeps 
but me 
I watch
like a 
sentinel as
you awaken 
my home 
from nights 
lonely dream

I’ve found
my hill
it’s the 
perfect size 
not to 
summit for 
I’m done 
with that
but rather 
to ride
down and 
climb up 
over and 
over again 
I am 
finally child

You know 
I remember 
I remember 
it all 
though vaguely 
like a
book I’d
read sometime 
like an
old mirror 
that’s lost
its shine 
and a
cushion past
its softness 
and shape 
I remember 
it all 
like this 

Ghost ghoul
and goblin 
I haunt 
places and 
people where
I’ve been 
like objects 
removed from 
dusty shelves 
no longer 
there but 
for the 
impression of 
once was