"tonight,
you should be able to see
the nothern lights,"
she said.
sucking on a cigarette
within an inch of her life.

the line between
october night and november twilight
blurs like smoke,
mixking with cold air and some kind of hope.

if someone had been waiting for this moment
their whole life
it wasn't me.

we crowd to see
the northern lights
even though clouds cover the sky.

if someone had been waiting for this moment
their whole life
it wasn't me.
we crowd to see the northern lights
even though clouds cover the sky.

all writings (c) cydne zabel 1996-2002, all rights reserved