I have been hungry to write this poem
ever since November clipped the days
blue and short. The horrible thing is that…
I walked past the General Grant Memorial
defending a song by keeping it on, pausing only
to remember when there was no snow.
Two days ago a man catcalled me saying
Hey! Relax!
Some things are just human, like never drinking
enough water, or always choosing the bench which
faces the sun.
Or wanting to feel new and different. As I sat there,
a man threw snow at a tree and left walking west
in the other direction.
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