'Shop Window Beauty'
Beneath cloud cover
On top a blanket of snow
I watch you slip and slide down an iced-over high street
The shops are closed
The cars won't start
It's just me watching you watching nothing
Your own shop window reflection
Watches as you play with your hair
Adjust your scarf and turn this wasteland into a catwalk
My breath frosts the air
And through the haze
You seem like God's greatest creation.