Atlantic City, NJ, Feb. 18, 1972

Warm cold morning

By Vladimir Huber

The noise was familiar,
and the feeling, too.
They were coming down the roof,
and crushing themselves
on the red dirt.
The ground was like a sunset,
but it didn’t mean
that the end was close.
The room was warm,
even that it was very cold.
We felt it warm,
like the past season,
with the openness of the mountains.
We felt, life was closer.