Just a Day In a New England Town

In this place I passed today Were the many faces unknown to me From the corner of my eye I spied A man of strangest seemingly so out of place He walked with his head drawn down as though he meagerly disgraced Out of smiles sternly wearing a frown He wears a long black coat with a candy cane scarf A dark cowboy hat with a destination amongst the breezes With his hands in his pocket hunting for keys Plumes of dried street salt sailed into the air All over the buildings and cars, all over his hair Late winter days pass so slowly Waiting for the endless borage of last minute snow Cars coated with dirty city street grime The harshness of this winter victims of time And time as such will pass over this season Bringing along the vernal equinox with a view far more pleasing