being & time

snow falls
nature’s eraser  
our city block blurs
& becomes quiet. it’s 
been hours without 
sirens or red whirls-
did the world just stop? 
i did, just watching it
thinking, this is 
this is what i imagined
twenty years ago with
candle light illuminating
glass windows & glass doors
stretching sights skyward
and a hard stop 
buildings building blocks. 
time and being
it is not what i thought 
not now, not then
or is it-
the jazz remains melancholy 
& dread still steeps a chill.
plows begin their circuit
their mechanical grind begins 
to erase the magic interlude 
did these hours even happen.
memory snatches a glimpse 
of when i sat like this 
alone- watching it all fall
wondering if you felt cold
beneath all that snow ~ 

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