buttoned up men talk men talk
mention wall street and children
their children's children
i am miles away
pressed within thick layers of cotton and wool and my own winter skin
impenetrable
haul myself through crowds of people
smile the appropriate smile
suspend belief and sense of humor
until i can reach a quiet moment alone
coworkers and family and friends move their mouths
but i am thinking about eggs over easy
the quality of the yolk and the dignity of silence
i make a motion and say the appropriate qualifying words
it's like an old friend of mine once said
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
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