in traveler's bones.
the waves of pain
in my flesh
sleepy light steals looks
on a snowcovered paveway
and that does haunt a small me.
when the snowflakes stick together
and knit the world with dangerous
net, a stalking ghost
slams a door shut
against an old tomb.
hyde park poetry palace thursdy poets rally week 80 (Feb 4 -Feb 17, 2015)