J. Michael Ward

Web Developer, Drummer, and Teller of Bad Jokes

This Peasant Breath

Brisk December
The sky is clear and I can nearly see the stars
If I squint enough
The neighbors are bumping R&B tunes across the street
and hordes of college students arrive
toting 30-packs of mainstream domestic brews
Hypothermic winds whistle through the trees
And finally I exhale