the pink house
nestled in a ridge
along the steep
wintry hill
a slip of smoke
eeking
from a chimney
in the torn roof.
a pale
round face
in the window.
a rusted bicycle
in the yard. a moon
scattering
light across
the snow crusted
lawn. a dog
running along
the chain link
fence, barking
at a car moving
slowly up the street.
with a man
driving. he's
dressed in a red
felt suit, there
are bells on his
sleeves. his beard
is white
and glistening
with jack daniels.
nestled in a ridge
along the steep
wintry hill
a slip of smoke
eeking
from a chimney
in the torn roof.
a pale
round face
in the window.
a rusted bicycle
in the yard. a moon
scattering
light across
the snow crusted
lawn. a dog
running along
the chain link
fence, barking
at a car moving
slowly up the street.
with a man
driving. he's
dressed in a red
felt suit, there
are bells on his
sleeves. his beard
is white
and glistening
with jack daniels.
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