(Utrecht, December 2000)

by Rhoda Hassmann
Ontario, Canada

watercold, so wet
my jacket disappears
I'm naked in the black-ice air
skin slippery with moisture

Around the bend
two minutes' walk
I shiver as if caught by flu
the cathedral plain seems infinite
Bells toll, "go home, go home"

This steely night
walking with you


Previous Next Poem

[NOTE: To order Tower Poetry 50#1,

close window and go to "Publications"]