Branches frozen as cement
Before saints come marching in
And pumpkin heads roll
Teeth chatter like snow geese
In a row hardened criminal grins
Hunch over wheels honking
Snowy cauldron skies bright
Dawn's clear eyes shifting
Shapes hover and beg coins
Mittenless empty hands red
November skates hard closeby
Against the boards, shoving
Shivering king penguins in malls
Pheasants under glass huddle
In flimsy bus pods, packed sardines
@Starbuck’s rainy day crowds smile
Spending $ like water on grandes
Can't go wrong taking the edge off a little
Make mine a double espresso shot s.v.p.
Copyright 2011 S. Michaels
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