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the plastic bag makes a steady
thump thump thump
against your leg
(the pint won’t melt in this weather)
underneath your winter coat
you shiver
(the grape red is the only color around)
hands shoved into pockets
that cannot provide much
(can’t feel becoming numb)
snow speckled scarves
tied
over your head around your throat
(too loose too tight)
the road is inch thick ice
filth brown and angel white
it’ll be months til you see asphalt
(it’s so easy slip one wrong move and-)
there is none of that forgotten warmth
just the cold that you’ve felt since first snowfall
(it’s burning ice)
you shiver and
trudge home
(it’s one of many, so so many)
the plastic bag goes
thump thump thump
(it echoes through the empty street)
(no one in their right mind is out)