As They Blow By

Crayons and neon indians,
Ooh la laaing down a corridor of bliss
Full-body colored tattoos and alex grey artwork,
All reduced to something trite.
And then there’s that.
There’s still that.
That lanky cabin in the pines with the totem pole out front,
Snow wisping off it in the spurts of chill
As they blow by.