winter…

church glowed in morning light…steeple high…tarnished cross atop…windows iced in a purple hue…doors closed…no one entered…no one entered…

and children ran past it…breaking away from their mother’s hands…chasing the cold breeze blowing…tongues out…trying to catch a snowflake or two…a snowflake or two…

old men sit in a tavern ‘cross the street…telling woes of third shifts and tuna casseroles prepared lovingly by wives at home…schooners raised in blinking neon…Budweiser…Budweiser…Budweiser…

leafless trees let us know that fall is gone…red chaped hands of boys playing basketball on splotchy iced courts won’t seek healing till March…till March…

schizophrenics in rented rooms remember the one’s that got away as Ramen noodles are slurped…eaten with plastic forks…crocheted sweaters from armies of salvation lay in a corner waiting for a folding that will never come…never…

young girls carrying babies into a clinic…crossing Calhoun…as buses go by and salt trucks spread their holiday cheer…holiday cheer…

i stand on the corner in a coat bought with cash…watching all and sundry…waiting for the church doors to open…for morning prayers…morning prayers…

tis winter…and the neighborhood never looked so good…never did it look so good…

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