Glasgow III

I like the cold air
and I like the blue
building that reflects
the University tower
I like the frozen
snow in corners
and the orange
streetlights - a Friday
in December: not 
far to go, the traffic
loud and busy
the year on a go-
slow
thinking of those whom
I love and miss -
life, never the same
road you step
the surge of the heart
the glow of the former
and its power
life that connects yet
severs limb from limb
terrific, not tame
terrifying, not sane
sledges and wool, sore skin
my brother and I
when we were young
my kin all gone, the kick
of it
to part
no road will do
no scenery assuage
all I do is remember.

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