NIGHT CIRCLE

Men absent of home

circle the fire with wide brimmed hats.

Eyes full of long roads and cold hands absorb

the heat under windless dark skies.

 

Somber lips release words of low tone.

Whispers merge with the snap of fire

as quiet moods settle like cold soup.

 

Lines of smoke and sparks rise into a silent space.

Stained buttoned up collars are the only

hugs they receive.

 

A train whistle stirs the boots of two men

as they break the circle.

 

The train moves on without waiting

as the fire remains for now.

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