Down Manheim

Snow coats and rubber boots line the porticos
No luck in a dry walk down the hill
Weathered homes, some reclaimed by time and turnover
String lights and wreaths on their doors

End stretch of the year

Portraits of washed-out shake and peeling shutter boards
On loop, characters move in and out of frame
Later on they're still lives, rich, dark, and deep
For now, there's only a glow

Shadows through the shades

Head down, the snow falls even harder now
Three blocks of icy roads and I am finally there
Sit down as the open mic starts packing up
Window looking out to the street

As the snow piles up



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Kennelty
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