Winter nights call me to brave the cold, go out, look,
and see.
I follow a path between the buildings,
deceptively smooth, crooked;
blazed over mounds of snow covered snow,
a trail to lead home from a glass of good cheer,
as direct a line as good cheer can manage.
And yet ...
My curiosity demands I follow, just for the purpose of finding the end, lit by the streetlight,
watched by the curious stars, who are indifferent but easily entertained
by a wanderer under their borrowed, icy glow.
The doors of wonder are slightly ajar
on winter nights under curious stars.
and paths lead to places that I do not know;
call me to follow the steps in the snow.
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