We take no pleasure from this
from the crooked displays
to the cold hardwood floor that lies underneath
Curled up curtains with dazzled toes
she swayed side by side
the sun managed to find an inkling of hope
I see cold air rising
While sun beams down on me
Conviced them all to wear sweaters
So they can sweat in fear
Submitted: August 24, 2015
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