DECEMBER
Among the midcoats of a Connecticut day,
light lighting, bad boulevards, and a shopping
strip covered in false snow, I wandered roughly.
Espying names, price tags beyond recall, and
all the pretty ladies with their Henry Bendel stars
and bags and medallions as well. They would
smile as their lipstick would flake. This sullen
season of the swollen shopper only made me
sad - some children dreaming dreams,
nothing but bad.
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