when I go traipsing
through street-side leaves.
I kick them until they fill my shoes,
because of something like you.
And already the leaves kissed
with crystal, I am saying goodbye
to the beginning for the last time.
Now is when thigh muscles freeze
like locker meat and jeans really suck.
I can't afford much more standing
around waiting for people to put
their coats on,
coats warm
coats cozy
coats closer than I thought possible.
All I have is this scarf,
it's orange and smiles a lot like your shoes do.
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