Adult Haircuts

We are children of the winter
Early evening, reborn into the dark.
Streetlights are almost close enough to touch -
The stars come down to hold our hands.

A clock tower disappears
Into the freezing mist
That embraces us all
As if in a dream I half remember.

Its fingers curling underneath our scarves
These adult haircuts leaving us numb.
The cold makes us weep
As we rejoice in this gift of temperature.

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I was a child
Reborn into an unfamiliar night.
In your car window, I think,
Those strange reflections glowed.

My eyelids were slowly drooping;
It may just have been a dream,
For I could scarcely believe I was alive.