It’s not me.

It’s not me. And it is

as the last door slams

and I’m housed alone.

The light’s thick crusted

on the window pane

the cat takes a breath

and plunges  Winter dark

the blanket sky whispers snow

but it’s not me sitting here

low

on the floor hugging the radiator.

It’s not me

but some other dude

whose  light is not crusted but shines forth,

bringing love to all.

for ojz

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