Sunday, February 12, 2012
listening to snow over the drone of traffic
facing the city sounds my ears filled with the steady
drone of traffic, the pitch of acceleration, the lull
puncutated by a sound nearer by, an occasional plop,
plop, drip, a hum of water travelling up, plopping down
as snow, ice, water, vapor rising in sun rays
i can only hear with my eyes closed
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