Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The Way I'll Remember It

December comes,
calls out to us. 

I wake suddenly for work
and wash my hands
in the dark. 

Outside, the snow
lists through the air
and settles into
the long pause
of the Earth. 

5 a.m.
cold smells of sweet smoke,
exhaust, the wind turning
against the cab of the truck.

Before long,
the road will begin
to taper off then
disappear completely.

About Michael Marine:
Michael Marine is a freelance illustrator and writer living in Cleveland, Ohio.  His poems have appeared in a number of Columbus based zines that no longer exist.  He is currently working on a small collection of poetry and prose.  

1 comment:

  1. Really good piece! Love the conciseness and atmosphere.