Sweetness	even the parking meters can be

horrible / silent in the snow & full of authority

reminding me that even the images I hold

in my head were put there by the crush of want

that holds this whole society hostage 

by this season that forgot how to start.

The future is in the air.   I sing to the frozen plants

the whole world caught by surprise in all this cold.  

People in their cars turn their faces to me

before they look back to the road.  I keep singing

louder.	       Sweetness 	           I would lay down

in the park & be happy if you would smile

in my direction	if you would smile

under the only lights left in a lonely night.
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