In the tallest city
where people are insomniacs
and busy-bodies
there is a dry feeling in the air.
There will be no snow this year
no children falling into piles of natural white
and no plows moving through the city slowly
and loudly.
Yet dry air
and wind
and noise
where the white silence was.
in the hilly wet western city
ReplyDeletelow and lakey
full of forests and bicycles
we never expect snow
it has stopped us in our tracks.