Capitol

Frost freezes the windows

Of that Ford Taurus

Whose color resembles the environment

In which it sits

And it’s only 16

So a sweatshirt seems fit

Four stockings sit

Above a fireplace, lit

Always warm inside

Not from the fire

But the coffee

In the pot at lunch

Because it’s a Friday

So take a couple sips

And head back up 4th

For 5th period

A boring drive

Past the Capitol lights

Remember when you tried to fly kites

Out on the mall lawn

But the wind wasn’t right

Or when you ran a couple blocks

To catch the sun setting right

In front of you

Pink skies, midwest night

Not tonight

Cuz it’s cold outside

Not much to do

When the weather isn’t right

And the money is tight

So dream of a place

Where your face

Is burnt by the rays

Day after day

And now you’re there

26 hours away.