A Green Tea Winter
Hello winter, you're a little late.
Have a seat; I'll make some tea
to warm your icy face.
Could you ease up a bit this season?
See that old man with paper eyes
and dance less bones...
He can't wield the spade anymore...
He's a couple of carrots and an old blue tic
beyond alone.
A long time ago you smeared black ice
under layers of God snow...
caught him off guard.
...slid him into hell
severed what he loved:
Toboggan rides
candle-lit eyes
white gowns and vows aflutter.
Now, every snowflake is the same.
A devil's dagger to his mind.
White picket fence and bassinets
buried beneath the blackest ice.
Well, I can see by your silent, ice-blue eyes.
that you haven't changed a lick.
A prick is a prick is a Prick...
So go ahead, lay it on good and thick.
I'll sling the spade and pick for him,
Thaw his heart with small flower talk.
Melt your soul with fists of salt.
I'll make the old man an earth-strong cup of green tea...
So he can smell the sprigs of spring.
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