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Click hereI see him in the window at the mall
sitting at a table among the ravages
of the food court, as the coyotes pass
in packs on the prowl, pre-holiday feast
he has the look of one too many winters
the signal fires which used to dance
in his eyes inviting and hopeful, flicker
smothered from trail dust of the herds
hair once vibrant as waves of summer wheat
now lies shocked and shorn, as if harvested
by some manic day laborer, uneven unkempt
allowed to remain fallow far too long
the pallor of impending storm has drained
the color from his skin, the furrows
which cross his countenance suggest
he has suffered more than his fair share
of silent nights and solitary mornings, present
in the uncertainty of this season, where ice
and cold are seen as welcome, only by those
who return to warm hearths and welcoming hearts
Perhaps reflection? A depressing vision of holiday season loneliness. Nicely done in seeing in an unexpected way a scene that could so easily be played for all its joyous holiday cheer.