an orange in each hand

people are heading south,

or west.

few go north

to where the snow falls.

our bones

don't like the cold anymore

the icy rain.the wind

and storms.

we want billowing shirts,

and shorts.

we want to go

shoeless on the white sand.

we want our taxes

lowered.

we want our skin

to be tanned.

we want to hold an

orange

in our hand.

not a shovel, a scraper,

a bag of salt,

in the darkness of winter

 with the power down.