A Winter Day
by Benjamin Nash



When you feel
like a piece
of cold silver
that they dug
out of a mine
and the heater
in the truck
doesn't work,

and you are not
going to spend
the money
on it to fix it,

you can't wait
for the sun to
come up on you,

and you want to
drive on and on
until you get
to Acapulco,
the blue ocean,
and swim in
the warm water
like Elvis did,

and you press
your face against
the window to
get the sun,
a lot like these
doves on the tips
of the trees in the
shade with no
leaves on them,

looking at the sun
on a winter day.






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