the snow’s obstructed sidewalks.
i’m walking in the streets.
on willey, as it turns to kenilworth,
i approached the overpass just before lincoln park.
on foot, on the left, i took a step to stroll underneath
and a chilly serendipity showered on me
heavy handfuls of snow,
light icy punches
that settled in tiny sand-hills on my head and shoulders.
a pile slid into my pocket.
i stopped
under the bridge
to shake coincidence from my coat.
- frances killea
If Not, Winter theme by Chad Mazzola.
