a cold sun brings the promise of snow
tired parents ponder untethered snowsuits
there are no malls anymore all the arcades
are VR goggle dance halls where
Disney princesses waltz for a few crypto coin
and the promise of true love

know them Ohio oceans I do
dreams under (what seems)
an endless winter one of those paintings
no one buys but everyone adores
too real to be unseen
on the underside of eyelids

these shifts in six speed multiplex realities
enough clutch and go no need

such are these days shadowed over
where work boots stomp chomp stomp

in between we must we find speak
in real in person words