First of February

Fifty-five degrees

I walk downtown

Toward the river

& Charlie B’s


A gale blows in warm

Chinooks I remember

On the eastern front

Of the Rockies

Thirty years ago


Augusta wind in

Missoula Montana

Halts me again

Like a cartoon spinning

In place on ice


Legs & arms churning

But going nowhere

That strange encounter

With the hand of God

Digging the graveyard song


Reminding me of

My fragility

Every step a risk

Every scoop a breath

We all ride the wind


Mark Gibbons

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