Cloudy Skies
a gray day greets
them and there
are no salutations
returned except
the growls of
hungry bellies
sighs crystalized
by cold glances
declining temperatures
a home built for
none housing three
a stream of heat
rises from the
left corner and
they gather
a pair of
twenty-something
hands reach into
a pocket with an
old handmade star
of aluminum foil
and she can't find
her way home
...ten miles from
there a woman
of different means
a fully decorated
apartment that
smells of cinnamon
and apples...sage,
rosemary, and
sweets...a barrage
of music and tv
travel from room
to room...and on
top of table positioned
next to the
decorated tree
are photographs
and one picture
of three women
the one in the
middle holding
a handmade star
of aluminum foil
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