The ice freezes everything in place.

Oh, how I wish it could do the same

To the city

Behind my callused face.

Marching on “trails”

Covered with white blankets,

He notices a sudden shine of gray 

Beside a rock marked with “J & J” 

He stops in his tracks.

“Nature’s Preserves” the cracked can reads.

Nature preserves “Nature’s Preserves,”

And the man eats 

Of crushed and chopped 

Apricots and apples

With a hunger 

That would make sharks 

Jealous.

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