Poem 12.7.18

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Let me describe this moment. It’s bone chilling cold.
The water is high, brown, restless.
A dark oil tanker is being pulled by a tug boat.
A bright red neon-lit clock across the river reads 6:45. There is no one else on the river side, feels like it's just me alone in the whole world.

Haik Kocharian

Poem 12.7.18 | Ecency