Day Up On The Delta

Blackened sky
Rolls out
Pulling indigo
Higher still.
There is no moon.
Nor glow to guide.
Deep gray pries
Itself from river ice
And reaches up
to follow.
There is no sun.
Nor moment when
A day’s begun.
And finally,
when one can see
Across the river,
is white.
Rooftops, river ice
Trails and turns
Sky and ground are
interrupted only
By stands of

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