Winter Song 2
Chris Garneau
they rolled the snow to the parking lot
each day this bank i ate alone
the last trace of my frozen mouth
if spring would come again
put me in the light that the door let through
with a blanket on the window and the t.v. on too
all the pictures are sleeping and the fern is weeping
i'll be in the snow when the sun comes home
the house next to the parking lot
each day nearby i sat alone
and a ghost town girl told me her name
though i'd never see her again
i used to love you
