Something Poverty Can'T Deny You
Northern winters harbor harshness.
Freezing confetti and sunlit bottlecap.
Snow angels can never warm the backs
of cinderblock children and gray-eyed cats.
Northern winters push the hobbled hobos...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 women in thin, pastel skirts.
Beachcombing for sea glass dreams...
Even poverty can't deny them this.
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