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visions of sugarplums by the river bank


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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AND ALSO BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
8:16AM PST/ MARCH 24TH 2017
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re-edited 7:00pm PST March 24th 2017
final draft





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