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New York New York

The watering can has been buried, just its spout sticking out of the powdery snow. It looks like the torch in the hand off the statue of liberty. Underneath it, the backyard is a frozen ghost. Who knows what the summer leaves behind? Detritus in any season has to be recaptured made to fit new landscapes. In 1970, ‘Midnight Cowboy’ won an Oscar. I was considering this movie as I dug the watering can out, whistling the John Barry’s theme. New York has had a parcel of snowfall today, let’s hope something good grows up out of it, but it’s going to take more than snow, and old 70’s theme music to save the city from remaining buried forever.

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