The windshield is too warm
to be cold’s companion.
The pavement muffles sound
from the fiery engine’s progress.
Snowflake falls asleep
against a black asphalt mattress,
weary retiree,
nap time is his only retreat.
It’s too late to accumulate possessions
ins such a fragile state,
the loneliest,
falling to a final resting place.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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