Swirling snow
blowing wind
January 15
the wee morning hours
I must have fallen asleep on the A
and gone to Inwood and back
it wasn’t snowing when I got on the train
but that was hours ago
Wisping swirling snow all around me
the wind pushing against me
I can barely make any progress
down Bedford Ave
I’m the only one on the street
my body is numb
I can hear the wind blowing
cold but inviting
calling me
calling me
calling my name
I still have so far to my apartment
I should have stayed on the train
Eastern Parkway
I can barely see my hand
in front of my face
white is all I can see
Numb but warm
to be carried away
in a tornado of snow
a Wiz snow twister
To be swept in up and over the
pristine shrouded boroughs
to be lost
I want to get lost in the whirling dervish snow
I want to be lost in the whirling dervish snow
I want to be lost in the whirling dervish snow
in the whirling dervish
whirling dervish
swirling
blowing
New York
snow
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