It’s a clear night, mid October, and the first real cold
has fallen around the city; the air I spoke of, clear,
quiet species presents itself. Forty four windows
faced ours, and our lamplight signed the divide.
It’s a clear night, mid October, and the first real cold
has fallen around the city; the air I spoke of, clear,
quiet species presents itself. Forty four windows
faced ours, and our lamplight signed the divide.
