Snowman

A snowman Watches from his globe Eager to please, you Longing to belong Fearful of blending into your background Waiting He watches You come and go In your great big world It’s indulgent detail He’s molded Patented smile Comfortably drowning In an amnion Of dated luster Behind a plastic shell Longing With a shake shake shake A magical wonderland His painted on eyes Dazzled, Happy, Content Magic abounds This little fairy tale Plastic flakes are neon lights All around With a rush of calm The storm settles You lost interest He’s alone again Watching Waiting Longing