as i passed i saw the room, coal on your table,
spread neatly. wondering i glanced around,
saw the snowy underwear on hangers,
it all showed pride and i know
you have seen it too. raddled
face in mirrors, knowing that we
are all much the same, without
meetings and disagreements.
must we write about it before we forget,
before people come and disagree?
they have small waists and a national costume.