3

A wild goose chase ensures

Crowds of people flood the streets

Kicking up mud and pushing through others

The scent of garbage oozes up from the pavement

Not a familiar face in sight

He wanders lost, chasing a memory

But snow continues to fall

A blanket over the dirt and trash

As if to say, 'relax,

You don't have to look at this now.'

Overhearing a name and a rumor

He sucks up his pride and calls his remaining partners