under the overpass

way out in fairlee they were saying

i'm convinced


the city has its cards

a fuel-less fire will always fade

keep your hands warm


lock all the shutters when the wind returns

brought with it are convictions considered arguable

it turns

in time

reflects 

your eyes


beyond the critical

beyond the highway is not safe

cars move slow


against a backdrop fades

an insulated formless shape

falling snow builds


there is a bare light that could catch your eyes

had the whole place on its feet rethink what is valuable

it turns

in turn

reflects 

the light


in a derailment

article claiming

that you're not fit 

and you don't have

names not worth naming


at that is something

right in the center

you see yourself and you don't know

at least you got mentioned