When a weekend starts with free mason jars and friends a quarter-score unseen
One smiles
One doesn’t mind the cold as much
When it continues darkly and crowded as if waving on a lit up parade float
One smiles
One doesn’t mind the cold as much
When it brings rest and clear water and eggs. Talks of macrame and busking.
One smiles
One doesn’t mind the cold as much
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