12/24/06

To the right side of the road
Up a rise the home is owned by the poor
I saw the clapboards there, plastic sheet
Ripped and fluttering in the breeze

Plastic toys down the gravel road
Old car, skewed windowpanes
A curling wisp of smoke from tin
On mossy roof

Inside the dank spirit smokes
And rises with what amount of heat it has left
And perhaps wrong decisions get weighed
And judged in the conditions of its life

However outside today there was a child
In shabby colored coat
But with wild hair swinging
Holding a streamer

And turning and turning in the wind