(one of Ritchie's =my boyfriend= poems...mine will be published real soon)

As if to Conquer...

Fog-bank Morning Low number-Nine empties on
Broadway just past rows
of brick whitewash
X-Mas drugstore windows
cold creeps in
Through open doors
as if to conquer

© Richard Schulz 2001

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