Quickly’s Winter Doldrums “Poem Starting with a Line by _______” is your title.
high above laundries and rooftops
the smudgy city lies in moonlight…
a curtain closes here, a door slams there,
a drunken curse in the alley, laughter in the park
love, tragedy, birth, death, success, failure, justice, injustice
multiplied city by city, village by village, hamlet by hamlet,
and still they are us and them, the good guys, the bad guys,
the haves and have nots, first world, third world… only one world
and the fox slinks off to his den, the bear to a cave, owl to nest,
content with another days survival and the moon shining overhead.
(Night Wash 1939)