when i came out of work today
it was
hot.
like someone turned the furnace on,
in
an
attic.
while wearing a sweater.
soon enough, the snow
will fly.
i will come out of work with my
mouth open wide
like charlie brown
at Christmas
i will try to remember sweater attic heat
but won't.
i will try to remember lemonade,
but won't.
i will try to imagine heaven.
and will.
