Beautifully Barren
The streetlamps stands in solitude
tangled in electric wire at the end of each block
extending down the dark suburban street.
Stars compete with the artificial light
that hang over the flawlessly snow paved roads
like frozen, wilted flowers.
Houses wrapped like gift boxes in frosty white,
and strung with twinkling lights
of every child’s favorite colors.
Behind the icicle-guarded windows
holds the soft snores of sleeping families
warm in their beds.
Clouds held by the hands of angels
shed sugary flakes of winter from above.
I follow my shadow as it walks slowly
down this temporary ghost town,
leaving a single pair of footsteps
to the beautifully barren night.
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The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth
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