First day of winter
Truly the streets are quiet
For now snow is king
Clear stacked together
Makes white of brown fields turning
Mushy gray from feet
Brown lifeless concrete
Burning barefoot soles of feet
Scars from crossing streets
Heat is overhead
Sounds of shuffling on the street
Brown lifeless concrete
Stream turned vapor white
I should have stayed in bed
Heat is overhead
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