On the night you were born
A storm rolled through
Sweet, stinging air
Our town slept
Houses all in a row
I have always looked out of car windows
As dusk falls
At dark houses with lights inside
Feeling comforted by strangers
Going about their evenings
As the air sparked
As the mountains darkened
The hospital grew still and quiet,
Around a whole floor of brand new Santas.
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