Trapped behind my
window panes I
watched the city
slump into winter,
all morning the sky
darkened and the
sullen river stared
back, anxious,
an old wound.
Finally, we could
no longer stand it!
The snow fell in
wet gobs! Big globs!
Fist-sized ashes
filled the air, a
miracle! Great
clumps of star-stuff!
Globs of nuclear wonder!
Incredible chunks
of phenomena!
it was the world
transformed, the sky,
the river, the city
and the lovely
snow, I felt
I loved all this
lovely dying,
this lovely
praying, the end
of the world.
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