Imperfections, you have them sleep
On the roadsides and bus stations
Two pigeons share a branch in an
Otherwise snow covered tree, they
Are deep in a coo of conversation
I turn the alabaster statue, to look out
Of the window and onto the garden, to
Watch the snowflakes fall ever so slowly
This is Christmas at Easter, families gather
Share their past years reflections, sleep off
The drink, on an altogether lazy morning
I listen to music through my headphones
Take photographs of no-one in the snow
Write these words; alive in my own world
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