Out

I had no money and no one to be with
And so I walked, fleeing the ordering
Priority of snow for the magic lantern
Glowing red in the glen and the long
Forlorn whistle heralding the fast-moving train.

Beyond I saw tall buildings crying
That dullness had defeated their majesty
And the anonymous faces of men
With no memory of their dreams

And in the park (oh yes, the park)
Horses skating freely on the frozen pond.

April 2006

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