as the city thaws
statues bleed
"its a miracle" they say,
"I can feel my toes.
Lets auction our souls."

as fruitful as discussing the weather
as it blows by
marking another year
speculating prophecies,
evaluating average emotional input
caught alone in the tide
another confused soul in the crowd.

One more day,
to leave it all behind.
To go where you have never even tried.
Don't you let your inhibitions guide your way.

I looked at her
I looked at him
and neither one did know
where the wild thoughts grow.

Even statues bleed in this city.