It’s a long walk
Through the trees the snow flutters
Cold, slow, and down
Looking up it’s just clouds
And the dandruff they shed
The happy sun hidden
Stolen from us in broad day
A man wrapped worse than I
Shivering, old, smelly
Everyone ignores him as he wastes
Why?
His back against a wall
defeated
Rather than spread the December emptiness
I’ll give him some Christmas cheer
It’s not much
But I hope it’ll get you a meal
Looking up, through the dandruff
I see part of the sun
Fleeing from his kidnapper
I wrote this one in December and forgot to post it