'return of the earth' day

For three whole months, the city is void of life.

But today, I found that happiness does survive.

And although at times I struggle to find

a place that will guarantee freedom

without complexion

I continue to find myself confined by

apartment walls that are chronically white.

So why not use the day to burn my skin?

What is the other option?

Where did all this grass come from,

disturbing this snow laden land

Maybe I'll set my wheels spinning

or wish farewell to a friend

It's only once a year that its 

truly the end.