Downtrodden

Little screams flutter by

like so much cash at Christmas.

On the cold, creaking merry-go-round,

murder by centripetal force planned.

The walnut trees tsk.

Beneath the candy canes

doing flex time for the traffic lights,

melting slush with

the impression of honesty

imprinted by every boot over the crosswalk.

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