Wintry Valentine

A boy is dying in the middle of the street
Cars drive by but no one stops or comes
Of course it’s Christmas
 
Another haiku no one reads
Another beautiful terrible winter
I hear in static on the phone
 
Behind my brother’s voice
He says it’s crashing at his windows
Thuds of flakes and clattering ice
 
While I sit where it’s nice
And quiet and the sun shines
And yet it’s still Christmas
 
Or whatever you want to call it
When the sun lies down
To give birth to itself again