Untitled Blue

by Ben Nardolilli

Outside the window, 
the untitled blue, clouds

hung over the suburbs
and the houses barely lit,

nothing to work with,
nothing working over me,

the ground barely iced over
with hints of danger,

thank the barren trees 
for any kind of landmark,

indigo branches slicked
with late winter’s glaze.
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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.