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
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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