A Winter's Tale In the Asphalt Homeland
Winter
the remaining snow
of the last
brutal
storm
is now absorbing
the dirt and detritus
of the asphalt homeland
That homeland
where
plants struggle through cracks
in the ground
and reach up
to feel the winter sun
on their petals
Winter
and the masses taste
bitter winds
which chill them
right through their bones
The asphalt homeland
where dark eyes peer through
the blinds
of small city
apartments
Spring has not yet
manifested itself
and the hopes
of the urban dwellers
hinge on cloud formations
It is still a truism that
There are many things
which remain beyond the
power
of frail humans
to understand
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