Something Poverty Can'T Deny You
Northern winters harbor harshness.
Freezing confetti and sun lit bottlecap.
Snow angels can never warm the backs
of cinderblock children and gray eyed cats.
Norther winters push the hobbled hobos and bums...toward the equator.
To nibble the candied ribbons of warmth.
Sashay the deer and goldfinch trails.
To pretend they're a white shoed, flower breasted tourist for an afternoon.
Mind flirting with the women in thin- pastel skirts.
Comb beaching for shiny dreams...
Making and sand dollars.
Even poverty can't deny them this.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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