That Little Something

Identical
slow feet
would bring life
but lumbering like slow cricket
fret finding
abundant
paint

slow feet
glowing
below
wind cold
winding
through snow
and slush

bringing
to market
cold feet
uncertain heart
and dead hands

lumbering
thoughts
sorting the store
for wants and needs
at the five and dime

fretting
my voice
my request

abundant
stock
ticks
against
clock

Paint
winding
to market
sorts
wants and needs
in request
against
the clock