Winter hides down
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This article reprinted from John T. Unger's Art Heroes. The original article can be found online:
https://www.igotnozen.com/2005/07/winter_hides_do.html
© 2010, John T Unger
Big warm fall winds find leaves even where there are no trees, blow paper and smoke down city streets while Winter hides down by the overpass, burning trash in a rusted out barrel. The dead come by for a meal, their eyes big with the changes they carefully note to sustain them until Dia de los Muertos next year. How they must wish to see spring again instead of Winter and his nasty barrel. They kick it over and roll it down the street. Why not? They are always cold. Winter starts rubbing his hands together. The dead dance around. Just before dawn they evaporate into the air, returning to the Land of the Dead. Fall goes with them.
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