Thursday, February 20, 2014

City Snow Thought/Connection


I saw a sign stuck in dirty, ice-fused snow,

The sooty mess piled high by sightless plow.

Cardboard swiveled on a broom handle

Like the helmet on a G.I. rifle.


Fresh snow and history-memory swirled.

Like G.I. scrawl it said “For the snow deprived".

                               

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