This poem is taken from Stand 236, 20(4) December 2022 - February 2023.

Robert Gibb Two Poems
Winter Nights Enlarge the Numbers of Their Hours


Pittsburgh winter, the day closing up shop.
Small flakes falling into the privet hedges,
The streetlights burning in the dusk. Iron-
Colored rivers. Parked cars starred with frost.
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