you don't mind
saying goodbye to some people.
they are January
souls.
windy and cold.
full of ice.
three feet
of featherless snow.
no need to kiss them goodbye,
a wave from
the frosted window
will do
as they trudge up
the path
with a sled full of
complaints,
slipping as they go.
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