In the sudden, sultry stickiness
that is the South
walking down Maple Street
weather like pea soup
awaiting change
Christmas carols have faded out
reaching for lyrics
now to match the mood
of a north wind soon to howl
somber days
black, cold nights
untouchable dreams
that vanish
on the cusp of uncertainity
it’s winter now
wearing a white cloak
reality swinging wide
like a vast, unchained secret
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