winter travel

it's cold

and the mice

want in, i see them

gathering

at

the small crevice in the brick,

with their

long coats on,

hats and gloves,

carrying

their luggage.

papers in hand.

the line moves slowly,

but they're patient,

one at a time

the mouse at the turnstile

says.

pointing,

turn left at the vent

and up you go

to the attic.