Winter in Boston
The geese are leaving me again
Every year when leaves give in to gravity
They tell the same rambunctious tale
I know the geese will come back
And I can't be bothered by their complaints
The sun troubles me more
When it leaves each afternoon
I wonder each night why it loves me a little less
Why it makes its excuses sooner
I like how Orion returns each year
And how he stays with me through the cold, long night.
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