The inch or two of snow
That fell during the night
Pushed then to either side
Of the tracks.
Foot-paths
Alongside the river
That shy north
Towards bigger water.
Two days before the new year,
I sit and watch my brother
Stir awake in the seat next to mine,
As coffee begins to burn
Somewhere in the dining car
Ahead.
About M. Vincent Marine:
M. Vincent Marine is a writer and painter living in Cleveland, Ohio. His work has appeared in the Three Line Poetry, Clift Magazine, and on flashfictionmagazine.com
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