there’s no snow
this mid-December
balanced east
and some miles south
off allegheny
ridge

no white blanket
tinseling under gray
blanched sun
no free-for-all frolic
in upturned
faces

there is no snow
no sidewalk shoveling
or frosty-fantasy figures
dotting suburban lawns

only Ginsberg voiced wind

ice and the cracked thaw
of gloved hands
clenched
into too thin
pockets

heads
turned deep
into sweatered cowls

too cold

too smile


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