you take the frozen trail
to the Willamette
following the tracks of others there
you are colder than you've ever remembered
as you shiver
you glance left to the river
a long and winding sheet of glass
a thought intrudes
was it ever like this
in winters past
living like a pioneer
in the shadowy gloom
the towering buildings of the city loom
their many eyes stare
unblinking and cold
their false lights appear bigger
your meager fire barely holds
the brisk wind steals your breath
making you feel inconsolable
wishing for a
a warmer bed
a place to start over
its a dream you cannot sleep
they find you
in the morning
lying on your back
eyes staring into the sky
blanketed in a thin layer of white
visions of sugarplums
by the river bank
tucked you in last night
rest now, but not for the weary
how the city turns its back
makes no apologies
denies all knowledge
bricks and mortar
is the business
care fat-nothings
for him there frozen-lying
he died here
on his back.
work in progress
based on real events
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
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