Walking at night in winter.
Looking into parked cars —
unlocked cars.
There is a backseat
in this car with
a coat on it.
If there is
a pocket in this coat
there may be a candy
in the pocket. If there is a candy
in the pocket it may have
melted. If the candy
in the pocket has melted
it will have refrozen.
If the candy has been refrozen
it will be misshapen.
The deformed sweet
is my favorite kind. If it seems
that it should be discarded,
I want it that much more.
Walking at night in winter
wanting the sweets others have tossed.
It’s cold outdoors
but only if you spend too much time
indoors. Walking and trying doors
toughens you. If you harden enough,
you don’t mind after a while.
Things are sweeter, even the garbage
is desirable.
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Dark Matter 
January 6th, 2010 at 7:56 pm
and for those of us who have come to spend too much time indoors – who are cold, cold all the time – even in scarves, and gloves, and heated inside – insulated – isolated – even the desirable becomes garbage
thank you for your work
January 6th, 2010 at 11:31 pm
Thanks Jenith…
January 6th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
interesting it remembers me of cold days in north Finland.
January 6th, 2010 at 5:34 pm
Thanks…never been there, myself…
January 6th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
go ahead and steal the candy
January 6th, 2010 at 5:32 pm
That goes without saying.