Glasgow II

what is it, in Glasgow
in the gloaming, when
the air is crisp and
cold this October?

perhaps it is the
lighted windows,
curtains not yet shut
and the bare West
End floorboards
comfy chairs and

perhaps it is my
heart, affected and 
with too much
deliberation and too
much life had.

what is it, in the
city, just before
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