By: Mark O’Cummings
Singing rooftops
of smoking chimneys
Each proverb reaching back
ages
past the corner
down the block
Music from the alley
and dumpsters
that have already been
Dived in
aching
Snow embracing it all
slowly Slipping
past closed doorways
Orange yellow black windows
Full of light
Some broken more than most
Each trying to hold in
their heat
