Golden Shovel
Battery percentage drained to fifty
Discomfort over exposed mattress springs
Deposits into local banks are
Hard to come by with little
Hope for a hot meal and a stable room
Hours spent searching about
Sorting and sifting for loose change and the
Will to travel to the winter woodlands
Where my hope that you and I
Could be together will
Forever sleep in my heart and go
On to grow, to flourish, to
Wash over the sweeping sadness you see
Wiping tears from eyes and tossing them on the
Ground, next to the dull pit of a cherry
Left behind like the laundry that hung
On the drooping clothesline with
Frostbitten pins and forgotten drops of snow
(Inspiration from A.E. Housman's "Loveliest of Trees")
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