Crafting Up Close

When upon a night
later than expected
black walnut in
Manhattan, and a basement
snow-bound-bike-ride
fateful moment?
not at this stage
for it is nearby
and the tracks of cars
guide the way
and in the morning
all the sighs un breathed
from the last day
must release
in written play
a script of mind
a farce of stories
blanking out
misery glories.