night shift done
I clutch a bottle
down the snowy road
to where we live
-- my shadow and I
one glass of wine
after another
loneliness
shrinks to the size
of my attic room
soul-tired
of my drunken shadow
in dim light
I open the window
to let out the silence
Skylark, 6:2, Winter 2018
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