Contributor: Bruce Levine

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The last ember of solitude
Racks my brain
The frozen stillness
As I walk my dog
In the frigid hour after midnight
At the end of January
Days pass with unearthly speed
As time enfolds the lovers
In its embrace
And light the way across the crevasse
Of uncertainty
Leading the way
Holding hands
Never-ending ribbons of golden thread
Wrapped in the silent clothes of ecstasy
As the frantic pace of civilization
Consumes the hours
Leaving only the last embers
To warm the souls
Of those who remember
Those who hold dear
A time when daydreams met reality
That lasted into eternity


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Bruce Levine, a 2019 Pushcart Prize Poetry Nominee, has spent his life as a writer of fiction and poetry and as a music and theatre professional. His literary catalogue includes four novels, short stories, humorous sketches, flash fiction, poetry, essays, articles and a screenplay. Nearly one-hundred-fifty of his works are published in over twenty-five on-line journals including Ariel Chart, Friday Flash Fiction, Literally Stories; over thirty print books including Poetry Quarterly, Haiku Journal, Dual Coast Magazine, and his shows have been produced in New York and around the country. His seven eBooks are available from Amazon.com. His work is dedicated to the loving memory of his late wife, Lydia Franklin. He lives in New York with his dog, Daisy. Visit him at www.brucelevine.com.