Outside

It's cold outside, the windows are cracked
The patterns on car rooves swim and they curve and
The floor slips out from under my feet and I slide
Grass stands and leans over the others
Breath appears large and long
Long in front of my

Knuckles, cracked from the cold
But I don't mind, I want the cold to stay

Dogs jump through frosted greens
And they smile through frozen seams
Their walkers can't chase them so
So they watch as the animals embrace frozen home

It seems a sin to run an engine now
It seems wrong to scrape the ice from their screens
But smoke billows and chokes the breeze

Lingering in the air
I hold my breath and rush past
Watch me slip and slide up the road home
Around the park seems enough
But the sun is up

It starts to melt the beautiful patterns
But this morning
This morning I saw them at least



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Fanshawe
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