The light from my den
Spills from the window
To fall upon
The peaceful, virgin snow
That dusts the holly hedge
And creates an untrod blanket
Upon the winter grass.
It sparkles in the night
Like laughter for my eyes,
And tempts me
To forego
The good sense of adulthood
In favor of childish glee.
What wonder is this
That I of an age
And certain respectability
Would feel the chortles
Of school let out
Just by gazing upon it?
Perhaps that
Is its intrinsic value,
To lead me astray
From everyday worries
And reunite me with
My carefree youth.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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