Dead Of Winter
by James Keller


Sometimes on a winter evening
you look out from a window
into the night and there is dark
but also layers of shadows
and other points of light, both
reflected in the street
as well as passing car headlights.

Lights on either side of front doors
say that no one is at home
and reflected in a window,
a television screen announces
that a murder mystery
is unfolding, but then,
it is all a mystery, isn't it?