Fog from the river
gathers under the bridge,
dampening cardboard,
chilling marrow
and shrouding soul.
Moans rise
to a waning moon:
nightmare screams
shatter
an uncaring stillness.
Bundles of rags,
drawn to the dying fire,
mutter
querulous monologues
in alien tongues.
Bent figure,
urinating in icy water,
stumbles, splashes,
and is gone
without a ripple.
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