Hobo Snow Soul.

Hobo Snow Soul
by james bezerra


If you were a hobo,
surely you would know
the simple joy
of watching it snow
outside the door of your boxcar.

And though
in your heart there would grow
the warmth of beauty and freedom,
out of your body would flow
all of the warmth that kept you alive.

So if you were a hobo
then surely you would know
the warmth of beauty and freedom,
but out of your body your soul would go,
leaving you frozen inside your boxcar


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