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Holiday Cheer

By sweetbrother

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Holiday cheer: a tub of soup brought last night by one of those random angels in attempt to ward off steely breezes A pint of something special tucked away in a pocket, to give the illusion of warmth on this barren day The streets are empty on this day; the people I see on normal days are invisible to my eyes. They are in warm distant places celebrating American prosperity The only visible soul treads slowly weighed down by the bags and rags that define her place in prosperous America She glances over, with a glint of kinship in her eye and offers a shy wave of a weathered claw and that is all, my human contact for this day There are times like this when a quiet death seems welcome- I could drain my pint, lie down in frigid weather and go out with a smile But, no, I will survive this day dying only in the inside. My consolation: the promise that I'll see many tomorrows that will be nothing like this day Holiday cheer: the way that angel smiled at me last night and the thought that, with persistence, I can navigate the tundra of this day and find myself, tomorrow in lush fields of green Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 07:20 AM PST   0 • 1

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