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Durango Cold by John M. Anderson

Durango Cold by John M. Anderson

Poetry, Vol. 2.1, March 2008

After a hard night
you follow the attendant down the street-dark hall
to the table where I’m lying.

He takes a sharp breath
like a knife into his nostril and lifts
the sheet. You see

the light of an all-night café
in Durango, Colorado, in Christmas week,
that electric light in the deep snow

pre-dawn glow. Dozens of hours
later you’ll rest, a heron exhausted
by the flag’s crack and rigging’s moan,

asleep, wing up in the sand.

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